hold on let me google something
what the fuck
happy Boston Molasses Flood to all who celebrate

fantasy is when currency is referred to as "gold" and sci fi is when currency is referred to as "credits"
let’s travel through the vast unknown with mama
Posts like this are why I'll never leave Tumblr
So, in true fractal universe fashion, the answer to where is she [our sun] leading us, the answer is ...
wherever Sagittarius A is taking us all. That's the supermassive black hole at the center of the Milky Way. Which is itself moving through space
the earth does trail our sun in a fascinating (and for me, honestly, unnerving) dance like so
but if you look at that gif and you imagine the sun as Sagittarius A traveling through space, our sun would be one of the planets.
We're traveling in a corkscrew MADE of corkscrews.
fuck my gay life. pharmacist asked for my ID when I was picking up my testosterone and instead of my driver’s license, I accidentally grabbed the fool tarot card I keep behind it in my phone case and went to hand that to her
my corner store guy is a 50 year old man who's my best friend in the world and recently he was like "you're too pretty to be single I have some nephews you should meet. very handsome!" and I was like "a niece might be more up my alley" and he just got more excited and said "ah even better! I was overselling my nephews but my nieces are very beautiful"
Just in case you need to hear this, bedtime is not for looking at news. It's not time to watch videos about what's going on; it's not time to catch up or "stay informed". Your job at bedtime is to relax and clear your head and sleep, so that you can be rested and tackle another day tomorrow. That's your only responsibility at bedtime. That's how you serve the world best. At bedtime, relaxing and going the fuck to sleep is praxis.


























