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rb to give a flower to the person you rb this from

the reason none of us can ever leave tumblr is because we've already evolved to having this be our only suitable habitat. we're the devils hole pupfish of people.

Starry Sturgeon

Acipenser stellatus, commonly known as the starry sturgeon, is native to the Caspian, Aegean, Black, and Azov sea basins. Starry sturgeon can grow over 7 feet long, but they’re nowhere near the longest members of the Acipenser family! This fish gets its name from the white scales along its lateral line and the white tips of the scutes that run along its back, all of which stand out like stars against its otherwise dark coloring. This sturgeon enjoys a diet of worms, mollusks, crustaceans, and small fish. Currently, this fish is listed on the IUCN Red List as critically endangered, as it is one of the primary species harvested for caviar. 

college is like. i am the stupidest person in the world. i am a god. i am universally loved. these people only tolerate me because they live with me. everyone in this library desires me carnally. i am repulsive. i am myself. i am as far from myself as i have ever been. i am an adult and i have never left the womb. 

What IS it with tumblr users and “biting” I bet you people have never even bitten someone irl

country spores take my corpse

i don't want to die bedside. put me in my garden and let the children i've raised from sprouts take me home.

Enjoy some Classic StarWars Bloopers.

Et Tu, Tumblr?

it’s like I DO want to be feminine in the way a man is feminine. if I’m performing feminity I don’t want it to be read as an inherent reflection of my gender and who I am. I don’t want someone to call me ma’am or be called a girl. like. it’s drag. only it can’t be drag for me, because it’s not actually subverting anything, is it? so I’m in this spot where I either cannot allow myself any femininity or I do and accept the consequences of perception. my wearing eyeliner isn’t a subversion, a quiet rebellion, it’s perceived as fulfilling an expectation. somehow I can never be masc enough to be percieved as I want to be, so any introduction of femininity feels like a defeat. and yet sometimes I want to wear the pretty things that are still in my closet! or play around with makeup. but it isn’t a young boy getting into his mother’s vanity and heels, it’s growing up into the fulfillment of the wants of the mother and the rest of society as a blank whole.