#those two>>>>>>>>>>>

[kochamregionalizmy]

pachta: dziorga, szaber, kradzież rzeczy typu owoce z cudzej działki (Gdynia, Bory Tucholskie, Kaszuby, te okolice)

propaganda: w gdyni sie tak mówi czyli znaczy że zajebiste słowo (<- biased)

pomuchel: dorsz (Kaszuby)

propaganda: kolega mi to wpisał do spreadsheeta lol nie wiem ja pierwsze słysze ale no jednak ja to mieszkam na takich marnych kaszubach, niby są znaki dwujęzyczne ale still

[zelkams-art]

in all timelines in all possibilities only you can show me this

[thebreakfastgenie]

At least two major artists (Lady Gaga and Chappell Roan) making a point to vocally support trans people the Grammys is a big deal in this political climate.

[demaparbat-hp]

That infamous prison escape.

[sanminzhuyi]

One of the most important documents in recent chinese history: Lesbian kiss at Tiananmen, 2006.

[pearlore]

to water, to wing

[nenoname]

mr "i'm the fittest and healthiest 60 y/o you've ever seen" constantly using the same "i'm old!!" excuse

[jellyjamheadobb]

[bonesdontmelt]

My toxic aroace trait is that I have only ever seen evidence that a grand total of two (2) people in the universe actually experience romantic and sexual attraction on a scale that everyone insists as normal, and that is Gomez and Morticia Addams

[pleucas]

joyride!

[dennydreadful]

i had a strangely touching dream where my mind was parasitized by this frankly scary/gross looking weird immobile alien worm thing, but it meant me no harm and only wanted to get to experience life through me

[crowleysfall]

it’s still fuck elon btw but i would be lying if i said watching his messy breakup with trump hasn’t been entertaining

[eydilily]

gem n joel the strongest duo (family) that you are

and of course. her

[aluminumneedles]

I'm knitting in the corner at a party

and guys my age stop by to tell me I remind them of their aunt, of their grandmother. This is a compliment and I take it as such. They confess to having tried crochet once, and I smile. They get back in line for the bathroom.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and a queer woman sits on the floor next to me, arranges her skirt, and smiles up at me. (I try not to blush.) She asks me all the questions on her mind about my craft and I answer them, hands still moving. We swap yarn sources. She doesn't stay, but she knows where to find me.

I'm knitting in the corner at a party and everyone knows where to find me when they need a minute, when socializing is too much and the music is too loud and they need to catch their breath. They pretend to be checking in on me, which is sweet, but I can see the relief in their eyes the moment they stop performing for a house full of people. They sit down and tell me things and all the while they never take their eyes off my hands.

The party has wound down and I'm still knitting and the hosts, two guys in their twenties, thank me for "helping to curate the vibe." I had no idea that's what I was doing. I leave the party having forgotten to drink anything and without that woman's number but with many rows added to my top-down raglan sweater. I call it a night, and a good one.

[symphonyofsilence]

Let the poor man rest.