"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I fell asleep in my friends' arms. It was eleven at night, we were tired, curled up in a small pile on my tiny bed. I had my head buried in my roommate's side, and one of my closest friend's hand on my shoulder, steadying me. It was quiet and nothingness and peace and their heartbeats in my ears, my hands in their hair.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

We pack four people to that little bed, you know. Laps used as footrests, collarbones as pillows, little lights like moonlight in rustic yellow bathed on their faces. The TV plays an anime. The words are repeated by my dear friend on my shoulder, curled close. My legs are asleep; my roommate may be, too.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

The cat curls on top of our criss cross mess of legs and arms and heads on chests to absorb the warmth of us all. She purrs in contented peace. When my roommate and I are left alone in the quiet, she cries, and watches the door for our friends' return.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I will never kiss them but the top of their heads. I will never touch but the warmth of their arms. I will never take more than what's freely given, and in return I put my glasses on the bedside table fashioned from a guitar amp, and when I lean into their sides, I pick up my vulnerability and place it in their capable, tender hands.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I sing for them. I cry for them. I work and I run and I withstand the worst of the world for them, because some days I get to cradle their forehead on my shoulder and some days I get to see their shining eyes.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Maybe to you. But look beyond explanation. I love them. With my heart in my unsteady hands, with my nose pressed to the side of their head, with the buzzing in my feet and the warmth all around Iike the sunset pushing into the window.

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

Is it enough to say I love them? With no strings attached? With reckless abandon and utter devotion and freedom and kindness and fear?

"there is no platonic explanation for this--"

I cannot explain it any clearer. I love my friends. There is no more to say.

when i was a kid i had moments of being so fucking diabolical because i realized at some point the best way to leverage power over my family was to do shit that would make everybody late

our house was in the middle of nowhere surrounded by woods so when i decided i didnt want to wear dresses anymore if we were going to some event & my parents insisted i had to wear a dress i would just go hide in the woods. was so committed i almost made us miss a flight once bc my mom packed a dress in my suitcase

i only promised to stop doing this if my parents got me formal boys clothes to wear which eventually they did. i don't feel bad about resorting to violence bc i asked politely and they said no. proud of 10 yr old me for evil annoying lesbian behavior

5th grade was the last time I wore a dress for school pictures. When my parents attempted to force the issue for 6th grade, I climbed onto our roof and pulled the ladder up after me. My dad borrowed the neighbors ladder. As soon as it touched the roof I pulled it up too. By the time I had 3 ladders they were willing to negotiate, and 2 hours late for work.

you know how "the brain doesn't finish developing until 25" was a misinterpretation of a study where subject age capped out at 25? and you know how the ongoing Chernobyl meltdown was handwaved away because the radiation readings didn't seem that high, when they were actually reaching the max level their cheap dosimeters could read and the real amount was thousands of times higher? anyway i'm wondering what other instances of that we're just living with without realizing

"trans women's breasts stop growing after 3 years on HRT" the study capped at three years.

via @swatercolor [insta]

who else has fantasized about the Nutrient Brick

said this as part of a larger point in a reblog but I'm gonna make it its own post:

humans have the right to do things that are mildly bad for us sometimes.

you have the right to eat way too many pierogi and make yourself a little sick. you have the right to go skydiving. you have the right to pull an all-nighter building the Imperial City of Tamriel in Minecraft. you have the right to get drunk in your living room watching football.

life is not about making the safest most logically correct choice at all times. you're a blob of salty meat piloting a flesh mech and you get to act like it.

This is called dignity of risk and it's a big topic in disability rights spaces. id elaborate but im fuckin wiped

it's always funny how people will advocate for bodily autonomy when it comes to certain things but then shy away from anything they personally wouldn't do to their own body. like yeah, that's why it's your body buddy. i can do what i want with mine.

you were born in 2006? what are you? a Honda Civic?

can i fucking help you?

“If I Am Killed For Simply Living” — Althea Davis

men and women are not opposites. men and women are not enemies. men and women are two parts of a broad coalition which fights against a mutual enemy: inkjet printers

[人間じゃないから大丈夫]

what even happened to plastic girl and crow boy. we forgot about them so fast. just another example of the savage nature of hollywood

@specterofarts i feel like you'll know?

FORGET NEVERMORE!

“Sunset over the Grocery Box,” by me. The view from my father’s front yard in January 2014.

“Sunset at the End of My Driveway (Excluding Pavements Covered With the Shite of One Million Dogs)” by me.

“Sunset from My Front Yard Taken on an iPod Touch in 2010″

“Sunset in Nov 2021 Taken in the Parking Lot of the Pharmacy”

“sunset from the parking lot of the diner taken on an iphone 5 in 2016”

the view across the road partially eclipsed by house, 2017

Taken from a stepladder putting up Christmas lights

-2014, front yard

“Brewing Storm on an Evening Commute”

And “Finally, no Power Lines”

-Sept. 30, 2020, passenger seat of a moving Buick

Behind a near-defunct mall in super small-town OK. HUGE rays.

Park And See The View 2020

(it took seconds to happen)

Waiting for The Pharmacy Line to Move, 2021

Outside the McDonald’s Drive-Thru Window, 2018

Sunrise in early Mars 2022 at 05:09am, Walking Home from Work

Sunset from the commie bar I occasionally volunteer at, 2023, taken five minutes before someone tripped down the stairs with a glass bottle in their hand while singing the Internationale

Marble sky before I storm on my walk to the grocery store - 2023

some nondescript residential area that could be anywhere in the Netherlands - 2022

Sunset mackerel sky in Surrey, 2022

queens boulevard, 2018

Sunrise over my high school’s football field (walking the track for gym class), 2021

Sunset from my front porch, circa 2010

Front stoop sunrise, October 2024

Being driven to work, September 2024

Back patio sunset, December 2023

The car wash in town, 2025

PLEASE the sky is always so pretty

beauty dwells in the mundane spaces, right here all around us

Good to know that tumblr users still like making way too long posts about pictures of the sky

hate when mummy movies use Imhotep as the big bad. He was an architect. Imagine a mummy movie but the mummy is Frank Llyod Wright. And he was buried at the House On The Rock. Ok nevermind that would be a sick ass movie.