I haven’t seen this linked on here so: this is an awesome resource for how you can help the people in Palestine. It has donation links, helps you figure out how to contact your representatives, and a regularly updated list of planned protests. It is USAmerican centric but the list of protests is international.

If you are American this site has a tool that sends an email for you. All you need to enter is your name, email address, and street address so they can auto-find your senators. It will take 30 seconds.

Things Biden and the Democrats did, this week #25

June 28-July 5 2024

and what good will your vanity be when the rapture comes by Hanif Abdurraqib

frank o'hara

☀️ Sky sticker by Lisa Frank, 1982 ☀️

1982 is the year I was born, so this sticker is mine 

I'm starting a collection

Far have I wandered not knowing the names of where, long have I woven this dress of human hair, here I have pitched my tent, here and there, not knowing my name, or where, not even the color of my hair nor why it tangles so, nor where my comb goes, nor where my brush, how far I wandered through underbrush, into onrush, nor where my body was, nor what it called itself, nor the nature of my calling, nor what my scrawling meant, not that scrawl then, nor this scrawl here, nor what a self could be, nor what a bee could be, nor breath, nor poetry, this dog I’ve walked and walked to death.

-Diane Seuss, "Little Fugue State"

We love to see positive stories about midlife crises

wiggly static pride wallpapers

please reblog if you save any! <3

what they dont tell you about adulthood is that it’s startlingly easy to go long periods of time without having any fun at all not even a little bit. btw this causes ur brain to try to kill you with knives and hammers.

Yeah the thing is, when you're a kid, there are often a lot of people going out of their way to make things fun for you: parents, other family members, your friends' parents/families, adults at school and at community places like libraries...and that's on top of your friends your own age, and the general fact that as a kid having fun is one of your top priorities.

And then if you go to college, there aren't quite so many people making things fun for you--although there are RAs, and the student life office, and various clubs and organizations doing activities, etc.--but you're in an environment where your friends are nearby and you all have similar schedules and responsibilities, so a lot fun just kind of arises spontaneously.

But once you're out on your own, in the workforce and whatnot, all that just drops of a cliff. Planned activities for adults exist, but you generally have to seek them out, rather than having them relentlessly advertised to you and/or taking place in locations where you will bump into them on the way to breakfast. And your friends are all spread out, and everyone's busy at different times, so you aren't just bumping into people and getting sucked into whatever adventure they have going on, you have to make arrangements.

It's a big shift! If you have kids, you generally figure out pretty quick that your role is now the Planner Of Fun, but without that big obvious signpost, it can feel like the world just gradually stopped having fun things in it.

But it hasn't; you just have to plan and seek out opportunities for fun yourself, because it's no longer anyone else's job to put them in front of you.

Also fun suddenly costs money in a way it didn't before. The moment you're responsible for your own fun is the moment you become the person who has to fund it

I'm working on clearing out some old tabs, and ran across this piece from last fall. The short version is that your gut microbiome and other microbes that accompany you in a series of symbiotic relationships throughout your lifetime persist even after you die. While you might assume that these bacteria and other little beings would perish along with you once you're no longer warm and living, it turns out that they shift gears upon your death, being part of the massive effort to return your remains en masse to the nutrient cycle.

There's honestly something rather poetic about that. Here you've spent a lifetime being the center of a holobiont--a sort of miniature, migratory ecosystem. And these many millions of life forms that you have given safe harbor to for thousands upon thousands of their generations are among the funerary vanguard caring for your remains after you're gone. They pour forth from their ancestral lands--the gut, the skin, and other discrete places--and spread out through even the most protected regions of your form.

And then, just as you constructed your body, molecule by molecule, from a lifetime of nutrients you consumed, so do these microbes go through the process of returning everything you borrowed back to the wider cycles of food and growth and life and death. The ancient halls where their ancestors lived in relative stability are now taken apart in the open air, and their descendants will disperse their inheritance into the soil and the water through the perpetual process of decomposition.

I've always wanted a green burial, and I find it comforting that when my remains are laid in the ground, they'll be accompanied by the tiny ecosystems I spent a lifetime tending, and who will return the favor by sending my molecules off in a billion new directions.

Reblogging this once more because my mom and I legitimately laughed to tears.

this is my favorite video on the internet

mental health tip: save this video. watch it when you’re sad. it’s the best goddamn thing on the internet

"damn I'm crying over an insect" "why am I having such strong feelings over how the sky looks" "it's weird how happy this small thing made me feel" THAT'S BECAUSE YOU LIVE HERE!!!! you live on this earth. everything all the time is an experience, no matter how common or mundane. this world is unique. so are its small moments. it is good to enjoy a tiny thing. you love the world even at its smallest scale.

— Ursula K. Le Guin, “Staying Awake”

1000 Books You May Have Actually Read

268, give or take a few

There is no crime where torture is an acceptable punishment.

There is no crime where sexual assault is an acceptable punishment.

There is no crime where slavery is an acceptable punishment.

No crime where torture is an acceptable punishment? I disagree. I can think of two, and there are likely more I can't name off the top of my head.

Ped0ph1lia, and r@pe. People who do that sort of thing deserve to have terrible things done to them. With regards to those two crimes, I subscribe to the philosophy of "A bullet is cheaper than prison," though I certainly think it doesn't NOT deserve torture.

There is no crime where torture is an acceptable punishment.

There is no crime where sexual assault is an acceptable punishment.

There is no crime where slavery is an acceptable punishment.

I agree with you on the second and third points, though disagree on the first, for the above stated reasons. It's not the preferred punishment, but it's acceptable, imo.

There is no crime were torture is an acceptable punishment.

The instant you say torture/slavery/indefinite detention is an acceptable punishment for x crime, the ruling class suddenly has a vested interest in saying its critics are committing that crime

Also, it’s pedophilia. It’s rape. Call these things by their name

We See Each Other: A Black, Trans Journey Through TV and Film

Tre'vell Anderson with Angelica Ross

A groundbreaking look at the history of transgender representation in TV and film, by an of-the-moment and in-demand culture reporter.

WE SEE EACH OTHER is a personal history of trans visibility since the beginning of moving images. A literary reckoning, it unearths a transcestry that’s long existed in plain sight and in the shadows of history’s annals, and further contextualizes our present moment of increased representation. The films and television shows that Tre’vell covers include: Midnight In The Garden Of Good And Evil, Psycho, Holiday Heart, Boys Don’t Cry, America’s Next Top Model, Some Like It Hot, Survivor, Tangerine, Pose, RuPaul's Drag Race and much more. Though there have been trans memoirs and histories, there has never been a book quite like this, nor is anyone more suited to write it than Tre’vell.

“I don’t remember exactly when I was taught to hate myself," says Tre’vell Anderson in We See Each Other's introduction. As the narrative unfolds, Tre'vell knits together the history of trans people on screen with stories of their life growing up and their formative experiences as a Black, trans journalist.

This is why it’s so important for parents to support their trans kids.