i love you air dried hair i love you no makeup i love you comfortable clothes made out of soft fabrics i love you short nails

― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

it’s so funny when people talk about porn like it’s this revolutionary counter-cultural thing. oh yeah the thing almost no one doesn’t watch that confirms every sexist, racist, homophobic myth imaginable and makes sex a commodity? yep you’re breaking barriers jacking to it. good work out there, champ.

me crying and apologizing to my dog for forgetting to save him a piece of banana vs my dog who has no clue what i'm saying or what's going on

deeply saddened to report that this song still slays

hey i hear the voice of a preacher from the back room calling my name and i follow just to find you i trace the faith to a broken down television and put on the weather and i've trained myself to give up on the past 'cause i frozen time between hearses and caskets lost control when i panicked at the acid test i wanna get better while my friends were getting high and chasing girls down parkway lines i was losing my mind because the love, the love, the love, the love, the love that i gave wasted on a nice face in a blaze of fear i put a helmet on a helmet counting seconds through the night and got carried away so now i'm standing on the overpass screaming at the cars hey i wanna get better i didn't know i was lonely 'til i saw your face i wanna get better, better, better, better i wanna get better i didn't know i was broken 'til i wanted to change i wanna get better, better, better, better i wanna get better i go up to my room and there's girls on the ceiling cut out their pictures and i chase that feeling of an eighteen year old who didn't know what loss was now i'm a stranger and i miss the days of a life still permanent mourn the years before i got carried away so now i'm staring at the interstate screaming at myself hey, i wanna get better i didn't know i was lonely 'til i saw your face i wanna get better, better, better, better i wanna get better i didn't know i was broken 'til i wanted to change i wanna get better, better, better, better i wanna get better better 'cause i'm sleeping in the back of a taxi i'm screaming from my bedroom window even if its gonna kill me woke up this morning early before my family from this dream where she was trying to show me how a life can move from the darkness she said to get better SO I PUT A BULLET WHERE I SHOULDA PUT A HELMET AND I CRASH MY CAR 'CAUSE I WANNA GET CARRIED AWAY THAT'S WHY I'M STANDING ON THE OVERPASS SCREAMING AT MYSELF HEY I WANNA GET BETTER I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS LONELY 'TIL I SAW YOUR FACE I WANNA GET BETTER, BETTER BETTER BETTER I WANNA GET BETTER I DIDN'T KNOW I WAS BROKEN 'TIL I WANTED TO CHANGE I WANNA GET BETTER, BETTER BETTER BETTER I WANNA GET BETTER

*sees one cop drive by* damn. way too many cops out today

[ID: A young lion cub sits with their mother's tail tip held in their mouth like a toy.]

Quirky Collections of Found Objects Preoccupy the Anatomical Sculptures of EMXW’s ‘Heads’

Metropolitan Toronto Reference Library, Toronto, 1973-77.

Architect: Raymond Moriyama

@smokedsalmoniloveyou

the obsession with aesthetic-izing everything is a disease that companies have sold us via influencers. it's all about turning your private space into a perfect backdrop for videos and photos, everything has to be a soundstage to market a product. making you view your own private space like a voyeur, already imagining the comments people might leave if your home isn't what they deem ideal. your fridge does not need to be aesthetically pleasing, you don't need to empty out spices from plastic packaging into a glass jar of the exact same size of the original packaging. not everything has to be pinterest goals. there is so little time, just live life.

I don't mean any of this in a weird way but if we're interested in breaking down binaries, we can't cling onto the binary of cis versus trans. If gender expectations are as constrictive as we say they are, then this imagined class of people who are okay with gender expectations 100% of the time with no complications is just that. Imagined. It's similar to "neurotypical" as an imagined class of people who are completely comfortable with the social and mental expectations of their jobs and would never understand what it's like to get overwhelmed or feel out of place. The unintended implication is an obsession with labelling and pathologizing that says that it's not gender or workplace norms that need to be interrogated, it's you.

The truth is that you can be outside the binary without formally committing to calling yourself nonbinary. I am a cis gay man who feels most comfortable and affirmed when I'm free to wear earrings and garments I bought in the "women's" section. I tell people my pronouns are he/him because it's the simplest explanation, but they/them and even she/her are comfortable, even validating, in the right circumstances. There are a lot of cis gay men just like me. Am I actually nonbinary and just in denial? No. Being a gay man is deeply meaningful to me. Am I encouraging nonbinary to start calling themselves cis and questioning whether they're actually nonbinary? No, and I feel more comfortable in my own manhood knowing I have the option to leave. I just want us all to define ourselves on our own terms. I want celebrate common ground and shared queerness with trans people and not have to overstate our differences. We treat it as a political and moral obligation to fine tune our labels for the sake of establishing who's allowed to say what, who's allowed to relate to who, and I have to ask: Are we committed to breaking down boundaries or not?

When a physicist falls in love :)

Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946.

enough intimate house parties could cure everything that’s ever been wrong with me