whimsybrain
whimsybrain
Here is The Wabe- come gyre and gimble
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(She/her, 20s) Things I like and things I think. Enjoy and have a nice day
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whimsybrain · 48 minutes ago
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My love, I was so wrong. Dying is the opposite of leaving. When I left my body, I did not go away. That portal of light was not a portal to elsewhere, but a portal to here. I am more here than I ever was before. I am more with you than I ever could have imagined. So close you look past me when wondering where I am. It’s Ok. I know that to be human is to be farsighted. But feel me now, walking the chambers of your heart, pressing my palms to the soft walls of your living. Why did no one tell us that to die is to be reincarnated in those we love while they are still alive? Ask me the altitude of heaven, and I will answer, “How tall are you?” In my back pocket is a love note with every word you wish you’d said. At night I sit ecstatic at the loom weaving forgiveness into our worldly regrets. All day I listen to the radio of your memories. Yes, I know every secret you thought too dark to tell me, and love you more for everything you feared might make me love you less. When you cry I guide your tears toward the garden of kisses I once planted on your cheek, so you know they are all perennials. Forgive me, for not being able to weep with you. One day you will understand. One day you will know why I read the poetry of your grief to those waiting to be born, and they are all the more excited. There is nothing I want for now that we are so close I open the curtain of your eyelids with my own smile every morning. I wish you could see the beauty your spirit is right now making of your pain, your deep seated fears playing musical chairs, laughing about how real they are not. My love, I want to sing it through the rafters of your bones, Dying is the opposite of leaving. I want to echo it through the corridor of your temples, I am more with you than I ever was before.  Do you understand? It was me who beckoned the stranger who caught you in her arms when you forgot not to order for two at the coffee shop. It was me who was up all night gathering sunflowers into your chest the last day you feared you would never again wake up feeling lighthearted. I know it’s hard to believe, but I promise it’s the truth. I promise one day you will say it too– I can’t believe I ever thought I could lose you.
love letter from the afterlife, andrea gibson
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whimsybrain · 56 minutes ago
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Do not think for a moment that this admin is only going after trans folks. They are ultimately going after the whole LGBTQ community. They start small, like getting rid of a hotline option, then go BIG.
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whimsybrain · 9 hours ago
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we need to invent a spray tan-style treatment but instead of spraying you with tanning stuff it sprays you with heavy duty spf. and it lasts a few weeks so that way you can just get your spf spray a few times a summer instead of having to spend 10 minutes every day getting sticky and oily and making sure the sunscreen is all rubbed in. how do i get on shark tank
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whimsybrain · 1 day ago
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“Ugh this prominent women in the Lesbian movement turned out to be a bisexual” “ugh this famous lesbian transitioned into a man” “ugh this queer romance writer turns out to be ace” “ugh this cis feminist author ended up being nonbinary” “ugh this writer on masculinity transitioned into a woman”
Oh no! We might have to recognize liberation as an interconnected intersectional struggle! Ahhh!!! >.<
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whimsybrain · 2 days ago
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whimsybrain · 4 days ago
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Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay”, Glass, Irony, and God
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whimsybrain · 5 days ago
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been thinking about getting into recreational rocking back and forth
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whimsybrain · 5 days ago
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People might wonder why I love etymology so much and the reason is simple — our everyday language is full of poetry. The English word "clue"? It comes from a Middle English word for "a ball of yarn", "clewe", which is a reference to the myth about Theseus and the Labyrinth. The Czech word "potkat" — "to meet"? The "tkat" part actually comes from "tkát" — to weave. To meet someone is literally to get interwoven with someone in Czech. How am I supposed to not love this?
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whimsybrain · 5 days ago
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While we’re warming up here I’m gonna tell you the best story that you’ve ever heard in your life. So I met this woman, and I went home to her house with her, already a great story. x
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whimsybrain · 5 days ago
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Grateful today for the people that love me, the things I love to do, and the earth for letting me do them !!!!!!!!!!! A Monday in July …
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whimsybrain · 6 days ago
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love how library books come with a receipt
it's free bookmark
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whimsybrain · 6 days ago
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Guy who says “you know, the unabomber kind of had a point” but he just means that “eat your cake and have it too” is a more sensical idiom
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whimsybrain · 6 days ago
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worm-drawn apple carriage
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whimsybrain · 7 days ago
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love the library. there's no risk. you can take out a book and go "wow this sucks" and just give it back. and when you do that you're still making the library's Number Go Up so you'll be able to roll the dice on even more books. all for the low low price of free/you already paid for it with your tax money so you might as well use it
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whimsybrain · 8 days ago
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https://www.instagram.com/selkie/p/DI0GpAsxvqO/?img_index=1
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whimsybrain · 9 days ago
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I AM 17. I HAVE LOT TO SAY. by Jackson Holbert
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whimsybrain · 9 days ago
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