Mostly I Just Love The Term “arch-nemesis” Because It Implies Having So Many Committed Nemeses That

I know there is gender dyshporia, but that leads me to wondering what other types of dysphoria there are. Species dysphoria, I’m sure, is one of them. Sometimes - often, lately -  I feel like I’m experiencing it, feel like I don’t belong to the human race. I’m not sure what race I belong to, who my mother nor my sire are. 

I look back and we come from Ireland, and I’m curious to know if I’m a Fae from Celtic mythology, if I was born as part of the Seelie or Unseelie Courts - but I can’t know, because to my knowledge I’m human. It sucks to be human, you don’t have special powers, no one doubts your existence - no one has a firm and hopeful faith in you appearing to them. 

I exist as nonbinary. Around me I see men, and women, and boys, and girls - I see transitioning genders, I see a binary all around me that I exist outside of. I feel like a creature in a world of humans, trying to blend in, calling myself one thing to one side and another thing to the other, and I feel torn. Do I say I’m nonbinary, and risk rejection or mocking? Or do I say I’m a boy, and risk almost the same thing. 

Maybe there’s a monster burning inside me, aching to get out and wreak havoc. To consume people and rip them apart, paint with their blood and keep their eyes as pretty little trophies. I don’t know what I feel the impulse to do half of the time, just that I don’t because it would hurt others. I know that I do have that side of myself where the impulses come from, where my animalistic thoughts reside. I know I can’t ever let those out, lest I lose everything I care for.  

Try muting your notifs? 

So....I feel kinda bad but I think I need to do something. I get really anxious when I get too many notifications and I follow a lot of blogs who have similar content. I might unfollow some people to get rid of some notifications but I feel bad because I still like the content from those blogs and don't wanna miss anything but....anxiety

i don’t want to look “hot” i want to look alluring, haunting, bewitching. i want to look like the kind of person hozier would write a song about.

snug like a bug in a rug

I just found out the offspring of a goat and sheep is called a GEEP and they’re the cutest lil shits ever I want 200 of them

I can’t stop laughing because…

like I don’t know how you can get more obvious than tweeting “I’m sure I’m bisexual,” but clearly The Sun isn’t convinced

The best T. rex is nonbinary, guys!!!

i’m going through some 19th century travel diaries of people traveling from england to australia, and there’s this diary dated 1835, by a woman called eliza taylor. she’s fascinated by flying fish and dolphins, sees seagulls (”they are like pigeons but make a similar noise to ducks”), stargazes “till tea time” with the captain and another woman passenger, describes the boatswain playing the violin very well. these two paragraphs struck me, this one she writes during some party on deck:

Their merriment accorded not with my gloomy reflections both for the past and the future. I am very melancholy this warm weather and often wonder whether in any future years I shall ever have a taste of the joys and scenes of happiness I had in my childhood. My evil genius whispers No.

(what happened to you, eliza? we won’t know. just a glimpse of her sadness in a travelogue is all we’re allowed to see)

and then, on another evening, she sees something that may be bioluminescence, or maybe just starlight:

In a fine blue sea, the foam caused by the vessel at night seems full of stars. The snow white ferment, with the golden sparkles in it is beautiful beyond description. You look over and devour it with your eyes, as you would do much etherial syllabub. Finalmente, the stars issue forth, and the Moon always more lovely the farther you get South, completed the magnificience of the imposing scene.

it’s such a lovely description, so full of wonder.

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Mr. Jennings owns your soul

Kevin Haas is baby

Y'all like, Starbursts

"I'm baby"