doing things at the right age is literally a made up concept. you can start/pursue anything at any age. btw.

remember remember

it is. sincerely really weird that 2016 nostalgia is a trend. like i knew this day would come but not for specifically 2016. the meme that year was about how this was the worst year ever for most people

current mood

when I was like 14 I used to reblog these posts on here that were like "YOUR 20S ARE NOT AN IMAGINARY RACE YOURE DOING JUST FINE!!" just to be positive towards my older mutuals even though i didn't really get what they were abour and I'd be in the tags like "#so true!! #everyone does things at their own pace!!" and now im 24 I'm thinking back to it and it's like Oh of course the imaginary race. Which I'm losing

The worst thing about writing Star Wars fanfiction is that there is always stupid names for shit.

Like a “refresher”? Okay, I can get behind that. But duracrete? Transparisteel? That shit is stupid.

JIZZ.

How it feels

i kinda get it when dogs let out those big fucking sighs randomly. you gotta try it its very nice. just a big ole sigh.

School is closed in Minneapolis today because, after killing Renee Good, ICE attacked a high school, shot pepper spray at students and parents and handcuffed teachers who tried to protect their kids.

blast my stupid baja life

guy who's into ponyplay but specifically wants to roleplay a helicopter airlift scenario

they're doing this to me tomorrow

Black Sails IV & XXXI

History student falls in love with astrophysics student by Keaton St. James

(patreon)

[poem text: listen, nine hundred and fifty years before jesus was a child shaking willow leaves out of his tangled curls, the author of the song of solomon wrote: behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are doves.

what i’m trying to say is that, in this universe which sculpted itself from a baptism of fire, i am the moon swept up by your tenderness. you’ve got me dreaming foreign words: gravity, ellipsis, perigee, until all i can think about is becoming anchored into orbit around the saltwater-green landscape of your laughter.

listen, plato of ancient greece wrote that the souls we each have now are only halves. that in a frenzy of blood zeus severed us from each other, so we rely on the blind tugging of our hearts. you say my name and i want to knit my bones into your bones, smooth away the boundaries of our heartbeats.

what i’m trying to say is that if the temperature inside those wild pockets of interstellar dust hits right near absolute zero, carbon monoxide and dihydrogen molecules condense together in the dark nebula to form stars. if you’re ready, i want to make you shiver like that. /end poem text.]