Working On A Painting Rn !! Just Blocking Out Shapes And Approximate Colors Rn But I Think It Looks Kinda

told u i would find u

😰😰😰hi xenoblast

A detailed woodcut showing veins of essexite and camptonite rock from Zeitschrift der Deutschen Geologischen Gesellschaft Bd.60 (1908).

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I have cis man disease (a crippling rocket league addiction)

girl help the eldritch horrors are organising a pride and prejudice party and making us dance to mirror their forbidden and repressed love. yes there is a michael jackson thriller video reenactment outside trying to get in. no yeah i still want that rare doctor who annual

A visitor came up to me at work and thanked me for wearing a he/him pin and “being an ally to the trans community” and “how important it is that cis people normalize sharing pronouns” and BRUH I am SOARING rn

And transphobes still be out here saying “wE CaN aLWaYs tEll”

This just in: “Trans Man Rolls a Nat 20 For Stealth”

hemos tenido días muy hermosos acá :)

Overheard in a Garden, Oliver Herford

found this old poem i wrote. i kind of like it and thought id share. feels like it belongs on my blog.

the peace of too much leans over me, grinning wide and yellow // not a threat, but a presence. // I walked down the road today and saw the setting sun in its blazing chalice, // saw winding roads with grass riding their middles. // I let out my arms like a sail on the downwind, // ready to be done. // relief etching itself on the mirror of my mind. // my scars are beautiful and hiding them seems delicately pointless. //  the scar tissue is a red reminder of loss and what my sullen brain has cost me. // it is a reminder that slashing and fighting and kicking gets you nowhere, only luffing // in the wide open bay. // at the bus stop I rolled up my sleeves and stared at my rope-covered forearms. // it was bright and green out. // I forgave myself // without letting go.