This Year For Pride Month I Want Trans People To Be Alive. Thank You.

I lied, put your clothes back on, I want to talk about the cinematic, storytelling beauty of the music of Hayden Anhedönia through the life of Ethel Cain, Willoughby Tucker, the story of Preachers Daughter, Dust Bowl and Powerlines Valleys, every single song on Golden age and Inbred in crushing detail and how all of it connects to different societal and cultural frameworks for the next several hours.

last night I sang ethel cain on top of a conex with my cousins with the only light coming from the moon. I'm winning at life

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

i need a fucking lobotomy

everytime someone says ethel cain should make a pop album an angel loses its wings

“ships should at least make sense.” no. ships can make sense, sure. but they’re just fictional characters we play with for fun. they’re fantasies, not a fucking thesis paper. so no, they don’t always have to make sense. they just have to make you happy (or horny).

let people enjoy (fictional) things however they want to enjoy.

Quick reminder that it's always morally correct to punch nazis.

"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

you don't "hate kids," you hate being forced into a caretaking role.

you don't "hate kids," you hate censorship passed off as family values.

you don't "hate kids," you hate the constrictiveness of the nuclear family.

you don't "hate kids," you're just not used to occupying fully age diverse spaces so you're not used to the noise or the many different kinds of needs.

you don't "hate kids," most public spaces just aren't built for kids, and so the few kids you see are always uncomfortable and distressed.

you don't "hate kids," you hate the intense social rules assigned to kids and anyone who interacts with kids.

You don't "hate kids," you hate how society reproduces its most restrictive elements and how kids are powerless to resist it.