#this is about a lot of things

[decompose1]

i think there’s divinity in gross and ugly things. i think the radical love and acceptance of what is weird and nasty is angelic and i think there is something holy about indulging in the neglected/looked down on/outcast/unacceptable parts of this world. you should let yourself be weird

[elucubrare]

rhetoric hack: framing things as "worth the effort of doing" rather than "easy to do"

[yum-grass]

Polyamory could save me….

[pvcgothic]

i'm pretty kinky but i think if you want to sacrifice your partners health to get off you should be put down

[madmonksandmaenads]

The World needs to be kinder to interesting people, by interesting people I mean both:

A) People who fall well beyond the standard deviation of personality, appearance, taste, mannerism, etc

And

B) People who follow their interests before anything else.

Both groups are mocked, derided, and marginalized for how they live their lives. The modern world has little patience for those who will not be standardized in the mode or motivation of their life. Only if the stars align in favor of commercial success are they allowed to live, and even then, they will not escape an accursed choir of insufferable conformists.

What a grey joyless world we make by forcing out the variety of human experience in favor of our own comfort.

[thebluespacecow]

Not to be rude, but like, how dare you?(i wish to kiss the marbled flesh of his knuckles and tell him that he is deserving of the world as i look him in the eye, that he has a place here, for he lives between my lungs and my heart, lodged between my organs like a bullet)

[puppy-barkz]

actually it is very hard for me to understand certain identities and experiences but that does not stop me from thinking you are very cool and it's lovely that you've found what works for you <33

[starlooove]

I think it’s funny how racism and colorism is never enough for y’all like something else always has to happen before it’s serious when we could tell you that racists aren’t good ppl from a mile away.

[angelhairpastawithherbs]

accepting the apology and not forgiving is great but I think that people should also just not accept the apology, whether it's because you just don't feel good still, whether the person is truly sorry or not, because it doesn't matter what they say, what's done is done and in the end you have been hurt by them

even if you're being polite or nice to them, you don't have to accept the apology just as you don't have to give them forgiveness, they're two sides of the same coin and you should never feel like you're bad or mean for still not liking them after they hurt you

and not only that, even if what they did was unintentional, it doesn't matter what they actually wanted to do or what the intended outcome was, because it's already been done and this is the outcome whether they wanted it or not, and even if they've done something nice for you, even if they're better to you, there is nothing that you have to give them unless you feel like it

nothing at all

until you're ready, if you ever will be

[sistercara]

i hate how easy it is to lose perspective of where i started. like i should be so fucking proud of so much but for some reason i can only juxtapose myself in the short term. it feels like theres an invisible deadline, and no matter how far ive already come all i can focus on is how much i have left to go.

[boujeeceo]

I really wish women would stop framing their every action as 'empowering', 'feminist' or 'anti feminist'. Women seriously can't exist without someone saying something about it. We feel like we have to explain ourselves for the actions or non actions we take- mostly when it's not hurting anyone. Ex not shaving. I am not performing a feminist action by simply existing in my natural state. But both sides (feminists and anti feminists) would see it as a statement. That's so unfair.

I finally figured out why I get so annoyed with how feminists talk about feminism online. They take every single action/non action a woman does and make it about men. They center men and then frame the actions of other women as 'failed feminism'.

Ex Hypersexuality and general public promiscuity. We could decenter men and talk about trauma, body alienation, the fact that most women are sexually attracted to the idea of being desired, or the fact that women are the ones who consume soft core porn and then talk about our aversion to actual porn, why and what this means. Instead it devolves into how women are only doing xyz for men and how no woman could possibly enjoy kinky sex or a lot of sex or are feeding into the patriarchy by pleasing the male gaze and there's no such thing as sexual liberation because men get to have sex/benefit from it ECT. It's a shallow view of womanhood that I'm tired of.

It feels like online feminists are slapping that label onto anything a woman does and then gets mad about that 'failed feminism'.

[ragsy]

It's so weird-- It's super easy to be "it is what it is" about it when a belonging of mine breaks. Yeah, it sucks that I gotta buy a new one, but things happen. As my ceramics professor said: "pots break, people die." Fact of life.

But when a belonging of mine disappears without a trace and I have no idea where it could have gone? That shit is going to nag at me for the rest of time. I didn't get CLOSURE! It could be wedged in a drawer somewhere in my home and I'm none the wiser! It could be in the backseat of someone else's car! It could have been accidentally thrown away! But I will never know for sure and it's driving me INSANE!!! Where the HELL IS IT!!!!!

[grinchwrapsupreme]

*looking at the Captain* how many more men were there like you? How many did you meet in training? On the battlefield? In the aftermath? How many did you kill? How many that you never knew about because they were just as scared as you were? How many men like you Knew and tried to make contact? How many were alone because you didn't understand? How many did you miss because you were taught not to look?

[in-my-attic]

Secrets weigh me down like stones, stones I can sometimes pull from my pockets and share with strangers I’ll never see again. But I keep the stones hidden from those closest to me.

I had a rock collection when I was little; my grandparents loved to travel, and they’d bring me rocks with the names of the places they’d been to written in sharpie marker. Now I label my own rocks and I collect them in secret. I keep them not under my bed or on my shelf, but with me at all times. I can’t put them down.

It’s a dangerous game, hiding these rocks in my pockets or under my clothes or in my mouth. Some rocks I can hide so well no one suspects they are there. Some are obvious, but no one dares to point them out directly. If they are still technically hidden, they can still be ignored.

It’s risky, to be sure. But it is better than being found out. And I have tried to put these stones away, to throw them into the creek behind my house and let them sink, to find a nice box to keep them in, even to swallow them. And I have picked them up again, watched them float to the surface of the water, spilled them out of their box, vomited them back up again.

These stones are my secret burden. Some of them are beautiful in a certain light, but they can never be allowed to see that light. Some are jagged and cut into my skin, but these cuts can be silently bandaged. Some are so heavy I can barely carry them alone, but I have learned how.

I used to be able to swim. I haven’t touched deep water in years; I know I would be weighed down and sink like my stones.

[elmflowers]

So fucking sick of people taking incredibly complex geopolitical conflicts and trying to simplify them down into one easily digestible thing with clear cut morality. Please, engage your nuance brain. Understand and confront complexity. God.

[edenaziraphale]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but:

Your principles are not principles if you never feel them pinch. Your principles are not principles if you refuse to be inconvenienced by them.