Southerly transport to the warm temptres[s],
who ill-allows pouts where sunshine is most abundant
Air quality alert for Minnesota, NWS

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Southerly transport to the warm temptres[s],
who ill-allows pouts where sunshine is most abundant
Air quality alert for Minnesota, NWS
no blocklist will ever be as funny as when my reputation got so bad a blind woman said she couldn’t be seen with me
Mabel Hampton and her dog Liberation pouring over documents on the floor of the original Lesbian Herstory Archives located in Manhattan in 1977 | ph: Joan Nestle
imo if you don’t feel at least a little embarrassed by the grandiosity of your resume you need to go back and play up your accomplishments more
happy “snooze tumblr live for 7 days” monday
never not thinking about the end of poetry by ada limón
like….. yeah……
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Enough of osseous and chickadee and sunflower and snowshoes, maple and seeds, samara and shoot, enough chiaroscuro, enough of thus and prophecy and the stoic farmer and faith and our father and tis of thee, enough of bosom and bud, skin and god not forgetting and star bodies and frozen birds, enough of the will to go on and not go on or how a certain light does a certain thing, enough of the kneeling and the rising and the looking inward and the looking up, enough of the gun, the drama, and the acquaintance’s suicide, the long-lost letter on the dresser, enough of the longing and the ego and the obliteration of ego, enough of the mother and the child and the father and the child and enough of the pointing to the world, weary and desperate, enough of the brutal and the border, enough of can you see me, can you hear me, enough I am human, enough I am alone and I am desperate, enough of the animal saving me, enough of the high water, enough sorrow, enough of the air and its ease, I am asking you to touch me.
/end
This is a remarkable statement by the UN Special Rapporteur on violence against women and girls, Reem Alsalem. I'm including three short quotes from the text in this post, but the whole thing isn't much longer, so do have a read.
reblog to bonk the person you reblogged it from with a hollow cardboard tube
i dont watch basketball but my favorite part is the broken glass AoE attack if you score really hard
i love you well crafted narratives i love you clever callbacks i love you seemingly nonsensical plot lines that begin to make perfect sense when they converge i love you sneaky little easter eggs you only notice on your second watch i love you consistent but not overdone motifs i love you deeply satisfying series finales i love you gratifying and tangible character development
it's amazing how ordinary objects can become so significant to only the owner
when my aunt's best friend passed away, my younger brother was four years old. at his funeral, my brother went up to her and gave her a nickel. he told her very solemnly that it would make her feel better. she smiled for the first time in days, and tucked it in her wallet.
when my brother was 22, his best friend passed away unexpectedly. my aunt drove three hours to be there for him at the funeral. she went up to my brother, gave him a big hug, and then gave him a nickel. it was the same nickel; she had kept it in her wallet for 18 years, and now it's on a necklace that he never takes off.
what i'm trying to say is that the love you put into the world will always find its way back to you.
gave a dude his “last haircut” because he’s going to die in a couple days apparently. hahjhashfhawkdfhashkfd qwuififdhasljkdf >???? sdfasdfa ?
the customer can no longer eat, at all, and doesn’t want to take his IV medication anymore. he said that ‘people usually live six or seven days’ without the medication. he seemed pretty determined to die naturally of his illness, whatever it was. he was telling this to the shop owner. the shop owner expressed condolences, which the customer took needed several loud repeats to understand, due to hearing loss.
THE THING IS, the shop owner then started using past tense while the customer was still alive in front of him. im 99% sure it was a ESL/EFL error but holy shit in the moment it was INSANE to overhear. like its hard to describe bc he uses weird phrasing a lot and i cant really remember what he said exactly but he was very much referring to him as if he was dead, to his face. it was along the lines of “you were an old guy” and couldn’t be taken any other way. and he did that for a whole long conversation.
after this conversation, the shop owner led him over to me and announced “this will be his last haircut!”
gave a dude his “last haircut” because he’s going to die in a couple days apparently. hahjhashfhawkdfhashkfd qwuififdhasljkdf >???? sdfasdfa ?