do men have resting bitch faces as well or do they not have negative characteristics ascribed to them for putting on a neutral rather than a deliriously happy facial expression
Examining the Body
do you ever get sad your fav unsigned bands from six years ago never made it big
I love going to my parents house when I’m broke because they offer me all the food in the house like “are you looking for something to eat? look in the freezer we just went grocery shopping, oh, and there’s a leftover quesadilla in the fridge and also some pancit and I got some of those grapes you like. here are some chips, do you want these cheese crackers? we made pork chops last night, you like pork chops, don’t you?”
my aesthetic is pet goth, it’s where you wear all black but you have a lot if pets you like to hold so you always have fur on your clothes
every time I see a girl who is “anti-feminist” I can’t help but think that’s she’s either just severely misinformed or ~Not Like Other Girls~
because I definitely said, “of course I’m not a crazy feminist” when i was twelve and didn’t actually understand
At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.
YOU MAY WAKE AS DUKE VON DAHL IN A TWIST OF FATE.