Hello-i-am-insane - Slightly Dying

Does anyone else get pissed whenever someone talks about how “relieved they are that you guys talked out this issue about human rights calmly and collected” because it just seems so fucking tone deaf, like this isn’t a talk about the goddamn weather. It just indirectly shits on minorities whenever they get pissed that someone is being intolerant towards them, like people are allowed to get mad! People are allowed to snap back! Stop it! It just gives bigots an excuse to ignore people (especially BIPOC) when they call someone out in anything less than a sugary sweet customer service tone of voice

https://twitter.com/archeometrie/status/1170031822614474752?s=12

would you just fucking look at him.

idaho gothic:

it’s raining. it’s sunny. it’s 50 degrees. no one wants to go outside. everyone goes outside. everyone comes inside and they are very cold.

pictures of giant wolves begin to appear on facebook. people scoff, but they hunt less and less. there are large paw prints in the foothills. there are howls in the suburbs. 

in the summer people lie around in the shade and make halfhearted jokes about how you could fry an egg on the sidewalk. you force a laugh as you quietly hide the blisters on your feet under your sunburnt fingers. so does everyone else. you can hear a faint sound of sizzling when you get too close to black pavement.

missionaries knock on your door. you answer. you see the badges. you give them a smile and tell them they don’t want you. they smile. they keep smiling. they both look the same. they smile as they buckle their helmets. that night they come back. they knock. they smile. the next night they come back. they knock. they smile. they smile.

one time you drove for forty five minutes to find something new to look at. the fog got thicker with every mile. when you finally parked on the side of a dirt road, you can hear a deep moaning from the other side of a small hill. you don’t walk over the hill. you go home. you say out loud, “strong winds this time of year.” you don’t believe it.

it’s called the gem state. maybe that’s why you keep finding mica in your hair when you wake up in the morning. maybe that’s why your bed feels like nothing but jagged points when you try to sleep.

the buildings here are old. the people are old. the sun feels old sometimes. the governor is old. he does not change. he will never change. the people will never change.

Least favorite lab equipment?

idk it really depends on the day

but my favorite lab equipment will always be our hand crank centrifuge

WHAT IF…?

Idaho Gothic

- The mountains seem so close, and you drive for miles on end, but the mountains never get closer or farther.

- The cities are large and loud like any other, but stay away from the small towns, it gets harder to leave each time you go.

- It’s the middle of winter, so why is it so warm outside? There hasn’t been snow for weeks. But the clouds are there, large and gray and ominous. Why won’t they leave?

- It snows for days. Heavy snow that’s colder than possible. The schools shut down for several days. Everyone is snowed in, and the drifts are piled so high you can barely see over them.

- You don’t go out at night. No one does. Nobody knows why, but they just don’t. Because something lurks in the almost impossible  darkness.

- You find yourself peering out the window. It’s dark and all the lights are off; everyone is asleep. The only light comes from the streetlamp across the street. You don’t want to cross that street, but you don’t know why. Maybe it’s the scratches and pits dug into the street?

- Don’t play in the canal. Don’t go near the canal. It is angry; it will swallow you whole.

- Nothing ever happens. No crimes, no murder, no one ever dies in a car crash. It’s almost like the city is protecting you. They say it’s one of the safest places in the world to live. But you don’t believe it. Because you remember the ghosts that whisper terrifying words and set off car alarms and swish past windows.

- No one every moves. Not to or from. They always return. You go to school with the same people you’ve known for years. But you always feel bad when some does move from another state. Because they don’t know the rules. The rules that nobody says, but everyone knows.

- It’s raining again. That’s not new or abnormal, but everyone still turns to gaze out the windows at the howling winds. To listen to the angry pit-pat of the droplets. The skies are upset.

-You’re in the foothills. You’re not lost, but the dead grass and dry brush goes on forever. You can’t escape. You’re too afraid to try, anyway.

- There are either no trees, or that’s all there is for as far as the eye can see. There is never a middle, it’s always like this.

- You’ve heard the legends of horrible creatures that live in the forest of your summer camp. You’ve even saw one, but you’ll never tell. It’s taboo.

- If it’s a desert state, why is it always snowing or raining?

- The summers are hot and boiling, always over 100 degrees. The winters are cold and frozen, always below freezing. No one remembers spring; they don’t know if it happens anymore.

- For a “potato state” there is a disturbing lack of farms, potato or otherwise. But nobody talks about it. They don’t want to anger the land.

- The roads wind for ages. Where do they end? No one knows, and they don’t want to, either.

- The missionaries always turn up. They smile and ask the same questions. They all look alike. And they always come back, smiling. Always.

the attraction to sharp-looking men in neat suits is capitalist propaganda. the true pinnacle of hotness is a musclefat tradesman

places to go:

a fairylike garden, full of sunshine

a flower meadow where picnics occur

foggy forests, a neverending fairytale

hidden waterfalls in the mountains

tide pools by the sea