Loving The New Counterpoint That Not Only Is Posting Activism, Not Posting Is Complicity. Why Doesn't

merry ides of march

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

i love to quit things and leave situations and end circumstances. like actually i can just go

forever that person that gets really excited when the sky is in pretty colours

Salman Toor (Pakistani, 1983), Immigrant Gathering, 2016. Oil on canvas, 122 x 81.5 cm.

will there ever be a love more violent than the one between siblings?? i know father's love are harsh, and mother's love are softness wrapped with sharp edges, but siblings? siblings' love is brutal

anne carson come here. did you ever find out where you could put it down

i want more media with the dynamics of "they wanted you to be the best of us, so i trained you to be the best of them"

“bi women bringing their cis-” bi women can do whatever they want shut up