Tale as old as time
Memes as old as vine
beauty and the
YEET
i’m going to delete your blog and then you
Tale as old as time
Memes as old as vine
beauty and the
YEET
i’m going to delete your blog and then you
i found this site that sells handcrafted marble rings with greek mythological figure heads motives and i know that i’ll get my paycheck on monday and my self control is slipping someone stop me
here’s the link, don’t send hate when y’all spend all your $$$
if you c*nsor anything in a post you are l*gally required to put all of the omitted v*wels at the end as a footn*te
*eeoo
Okay th*n. *f you’r* sure about th*s.
Old Macd*nald had a farm.
*eieio
i’m going to shatter you like glass
I hate feeling like people are getting bored of me
You’re not here to entertain anybody
wow you’re right
articles and essays I keep coming back to:
- “joy” by zadie smith (about, well, joy)
- “roaming the greenwood” by colm tóibín (ostensibly a book review of the history of gay literature but actually just very incisive thoughts on…the history of gay literature)
- “the murder of leo tolstoy” by elif batuman (about exactly what it says in the title)
- “the love that dare not squeak its name” by david rakoff (about, i swear to god, stuart little)
- “a room of one’s own” by virginia woolf (I mean, you know)
- the entire lingua franca archive but in particular “bio hazard” by fred kaplan (about writing a biography of gore vidal) and “the stand” by daniel mendelsohn (about the role of a philosopher (martha nussbaum love of my life) in a colorado gay rights case in the 90s)
- “the professor of parody” by martha nussbaum (about judith butler)
listen to yourself and watch your language.
instead of saying “sorry for ranting”, say “thank you for listening to me”.
instead of saying “sorry that i am overemotional”, say “thank you for trying to understand something difficult”.
instead of saying “sorry if i am a burden”, say “thank you for the time and energy you invest in our friendship”.
good things will come when you realize you are not an apology.
I’m so unapologetic about my love for love. Why should I dim my intensity? Why should I restrict my heart when it lives within everything?
“Replace the thoughts of ‘why is this happening to me’ with ‘what is this trying to show me’.”— Audrey Kitching