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This blog is my third horcrux.
I have a very simple message for younger lesbians and that is “do not get engaged at 18/19”
Do not get engaged at 20 either
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There is an ancient light high up on a wooden pole in our backyard. It is possibly 40+ years old. It hasn’t worked in several years and we had no way of replacing the bulb because it is so high up.
I’m really impressed the bulb lasted for decades. Apparently, it is some kind of old fluorescent technology that probably uses carcinogens to last a long time. A mercury, lead, asbestos bulb or something.
The spooky thing is… in the last month or so it has been coming on at night. Not every night. Just some nights. After YEARS of not working.
A different person might think my dad is haunting me. But I feel like if he were, that is a sad way to go about it. He’s not even inside the house. He’s up on top of some light pole and can’t even see me. My dad wouldn’t come back to this earthly plane to be a fuckin’ light. He’d hate that. He’d want to be a lawn mower.
So I don’t think he is haunting me.
I just think it’s an old light that won’t make up its mind whether it is broken or not.
I was trying to imagine how that would even work and this is what I came up with…
The lube better be complimentary.
God I’m a sucker for characters who are so utterly loyal to someone that they’re completely unhinged. Characters who have no moral compass except their overwhelming devotion to whoever they’ve chosen to listen to. That’s the good shit
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Crazy how our bodies are literally built for pleasure and overly ascetic patriarchal religions try to tell us that our flesh is evil. We have thousands of taste buds for enjoying delicious food and drink. Happy hormones are triggered when we dance. We can sing to entertain ourselves and others. Conscious, aligned sex with a good partner feels great and improves your health. We have beautiful eyes, figures, lips, hair to attract each other. We laugh so hard we cry and it feels GREAT. The smell of a rose on a warm summer breeze lifts my mood instantly. Our bodies are so so sacred. Nature is sacred. The Divine dwells in the earth and within us just as much as ‘up there’.
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“A submarine has gone missing” : Oh jeeze, I hope they find those people.
“A submarine visiting the wreck of the titanic has gone missing” : Well, that’s a little ghoulish but I can’t blame folks for a morbid curiosity, especially at a monument to white man’s hubris.
“An experimental cobbled together submarine visiting the wreck of the titanic has gone missing” : Well at this point y'all were just taking your lives into your own hands and also how is ‘slapped together submarine’ a legal thing that’s real.
“An experimental cobbled together submarine full of the absurdly wealthy visiting the wreck of the titanic has gone missing” : Okay now this just feels a little too on point someone has to be joking with me.
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