Hi Tumblr. My Girlfriend Keeps Leaning Over Me And Whispering

You're so strong, and I will never shut up about how much I love this community. Stay together.

Don't kill yourself.

Stay alive out of spite. Don't let them kill you.

Stay alive out of defiance. Don't let them kill you.

Stay alive out of rebellion. Don't let them kill you.

We've endured Hell before. We've endured the orange Hell before. We've endured fascism before.

We will continue to endure.

Please, do not kill yourself.

Out live his rule.

Out live him.

Protest.

Rebel.

Stay alive.

Please. Don't let them kill you.

FRRIIIEEENNNDDDDD!!!!

HAAAAAAIIIII :DDD

Sometimes I miss sleep

Not what I do every night, not what I'll continue to do for the rest of my life. I miss sleep.

I miss the slow process of laying down, with the buzzing noise of my childhood friend's TV or the distant sound of the train.

I miss my little sister telling me she could hear Rudolph on the roof or asking me for a story.

I miss the feeling of falling into sleep, and I say falling so literally, as I can still identify that familiar drop in my stomach before I succumbed.

I can still picture that same image of myself falling, not unlike Alice, into a never-ending tunnel of quilts, slowly until I headed off to my own wonderland.

I miss waking up in a sea of warmth, a hand, or a leg thrown across me, snores ringing through the room. Light hits my face from a window coated in dust. My pajamas are the same clothes I'd worn the night prior, that I'll wear again today.

I miss my childhood friend's mother softly asking me if I'd come with her to get breakfast for everyone. I don't have to put on my shoes.

I miss the feeling of falling asleep on the way to the donut shop while Green Day sings me a lullaby. The car shakes as we hit pothole after pothole, but it's still the best I'll feel for months.

I miss the way my friends mother will lightly hold a cold bottle of orange juice to my skin, the way she'll laugh softly when I shrink away from it.

I miss her asking me if I'm awake yet.

I miss answering that it's too early.

Me looking at all the sticks I have stored in my cars trunk

Canine therian culture is keeping a stick around to bite and play fetch with

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Waiting for my fic to update so I can read the last chapter >:

“We hope this email finds you well” babe, the only emails I hope find me well are the ones from Archive of Our Own

THIS

Write👏trans👏essays👏

Write them. Just do it. Write essays asking questions about trans identities in media and literature. Write them about trans history and its impacts. Write them about scientific findings on trans identities. Write them about yourself! And your own trans experiences! It's a great way to examine your own thoughts on your identity.

Right now, when so many misconceptions on trans identities are being pushed onto us, I feel like we need these resources more than ever. Even if you don't think you can write, even if you think essays are boring. You don't have to share them with anyone, but just doing the research, answering questions for yourself about our existence and history is something I feel is worthwhile.

Don't let people tell you it's too controversial or that you're pulling something out of nothing. Write the essay.

Playing so much fallout 4. Absolutely losing my mind. Is here the place I can yap about my goofy ass vault dweller dude or do we all just shut up and die about that stuff? Because I'd love to tell you all about Nicholas Marino the drag queen mad man in love with the other Nick and how my friends jokingly call them Nick squared. I'd love to tell you about The Mariner and how they're literally siblings. I'd love to tell you how he found a home in Far Harbor and it almost killed me leaving it. ID LOVE TO TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH HE HATES MIRELURKS AND MISSES HIS DEAD WIFE!!!!

but idk if yall would be into that. Anyways.

I'm going to start barking at the next person who tries to make me sit down and do my work.

I’m so tired of emails. I’m a dog

who are the Gorillaz?

June is Black Music Month!

so I wanted to highlight who has made the Gorillaz what they really are…

these are not the Gorillaz:

I would argue that even Jamie Hewlett and Damon Albarn are not the Gorillaz.

from their very inception, the Gorillaz have been made possible by those who Albarn and Hewlett collaborate with. their unique and interesting sound is the result of a multitude of musicians working together.

approximately two thirds of their collaborators have been black musicians

THESE are the Gorillaz that we love so dearly:

so Gorillaz fans, let’s spend some time this month listening to what else these artists have created!

below the cut I list all of these artists and the songs they’re featured in, find your favorite songs and give these collaborators a listen!

Keep reading

I've been obsessed with Long Dark for years very excited to look into this.

Oh yeah the Long Dark and Lord Huron goes so well together. Hand in hand.

Like Mackenzie's whole journey is looking for his ex wife after they're stranded in the wilderness, he has far too many brushes with death and gets caught up with a bunch of convicts, making very dangerous enemies while helping whoever he can. Also he killed a bulletproof bear with a fucking spear. That's some Lord Huron shit if I've ever seen it.

And just the General Vibes of the both of them. The Long Dark handles a lot of the same topics. It's hard to describe.

Also "there was no one in sight, just the endless frozen pines" and "when you follow the strange trails it'll take you to who knows where" match the Long Dark way too well [most likely many more I'm just listening to Frozen Pines and Way Out There while typing this]