11.11.2021

Reading the goldfinch and getting to post Vegas arc is like “oh finally we can take a break from all that sad repressed homosexuality shit” and then you turn the next page and Theo can’t find anything attractive about Pippa other then she laughs like Boris, then you turn the next page and Theo is feeling guilt and shame and horror at himself and his filth for no good reason he can identify, then you turn the next page and he meets Francis Abernathy, then you turn the next page and he refuses to tell you if Hobie was with Welty, then you turn the next page and he’s marrying Kitsey to make his mother figure happy, then you turn the next page and repeatedly mentions that gay men make up one of the biggest parts of his clientele (and the art community in general), then you turn the page and he calls a waiter a male model for no reason, then you turn the page and he’s being touchy AGAIN abt ppl assuming he’s gay, then u turn the page and he’s describing how Boris grew up to be handsome and oh shit we’re back to a Boris arc again but we never rlly did leave the repressed homosexuality behind did we??

All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.

Fortesa Latifi // The Truth About Grief

@NintendoAmerica: As of late March 2023, it will no longer be possible to make Nintendo eShop purchases for the Wii U and the Nintendo 3DS family of systems.

Hack your 3DS. Hack your Wii U. It's easy and fun, and you will gain access to so much shit, you will not lose access to one of the largest generational game libraries, you can access even older games.

It is always morally correct to pirate Nintendo games. Fuck them.

YOU ARE YOUNG AND YOU STILL HAVE TIME TO BE A PERSON ⭐️ 1) Bright Dead Things by Ada Limón (2015) / 2) Katrin Lillenthal // 3) At the Kitchen Sink by Camille. A. Balla // 5) From this Ask Polly 6) Little Weirds by Jenny Slate (2019) // 7) NASA // 8) The Diaries 1910 - 1923 by Franz Kafka // 9) this photo here // 10) Blue Horses poems by Mary Oliver

i hate when men aren’t covered in blood or smoking . whats the point then

The Language Of Flowers

Acacia: Hidden love, beauty in withdrawal

Amaryllis: Pride, a hard won success

Anemone: Vanishing hopes

Bells of Ireland: Wish for good luck

Carnation: Fascination, love and distinction

Daffodil (Narcissus): Honesty and truth

Dahlia flower: Warnings and change

Daisy: Innocence, loyal love and purity

Delphinium: Open heart, ardent attachement

Gardenia: Symbol of secret love

Gladiolus: Remembrance, faithfulness and sincerity

Hyacinth: I'm sorry, please forgive me.

Iris: Eloquence

Lily (general) : Purity of the heart and refined beauty

Lily of the valley: Return of happiness

Marigold: Passion and creativity

Orchid: Beauty, refinement and love

Peony: Happy marriage

Lavender: Love at first sight

Red rose: Love, respect, courage and passion

White rose: Purity, secrecy, silence, innocence and charm

Sunflower: Good luck and ambition

Tulip: Irresistible love

Violet: Faithfulness, modesty and delicate love

Zinnia: Lasting affection, daily remembrance and good memories

sorry if you get offended by my divine masculine swag

they lassoed the moon, did you hear? yeah they brought it down last night and she got so close the water that the tides shot into the supermarkets

yeah my grandma had to pick out her radishes from waist-high ocean she said that the pasta was too close the ground so it was all floating

they're holding the moon halfway now so it's really beautifully bright you can see all the rich men running up and down the tether wearing bandanas to raise money for some charity they started

yeah no i think they're going to keep it there haha, yeah like as a resort somebody said something on the news about turning her face green with little chopped golf grass how about that; we will have a different moon in our memory than in the future , imagine asking were you born before the moon was green haha

last night yeah if you went outside to watch the balloon of her astral body bobbing in our atmosphere all that white particulate coming down like plaster drifting snow in moonrocks over our upturned cheeks

the moon, chafing, unable to rest in peace

the line “your worst sin is that you’ve betrayed and destroyed yourself for nothing” is so raw you’d think it’s from a destiel fanfic or even hetalia but it’s actually from dostoyevskys crime and punishment

there’s literally nothing more fun than being kind????? like? making someone feel loved and appreciated and seeing them smile and hearing them giggle?? sign me the fuck up