spring snow

i wish you kinder, softer days that put your heart at ease

tumblr is best app u just talk to urself and ppl go yep so true bestie

i’m very tired, you guys realize poor people are allowed to spend money on items that aren’t just needed for survival, right? you guys know poor people can save 10 dollars every paycheck or something so they can buy a video game or a tattoo or go to a fancy restaurant, right? you realize poor people don’t have to act like 16th century peasants in order to be considered poor and need money? like you do know poor people are allowed to fucking enjoy things, don’t you?

I think tumblr should start hosting little browser games like facebook used to do. I would die to have a game like Pet Society connected to my tumblr account where I can visit my mutuals' houses and leave little gifts for them

I originally thought those were supposed to be mushrooms, implying that this cat is moldy

i’m happy y'all made fan art of my cat. i tried to show her and she just rubbed her face on my phone

I want to be the first person on the moon to shoot a sniper rifle at earth and hit a wasp nest.  my whole life so far is leading up to that moment

I know everyone’s seen this a million times, but it’s still SICK.

The origins of the mission status: sick image

did you guys see the poem from a couple of days ago in poetry dot org’s daily poem it was so good and a treat to read 

how the fuck are you supposed to read this (genuine despair)

however u like! u can go left to right, top to bottom to get a rushing, breathless feel, or you can go top to bottom by choosing a path (like: “as we embrace the future we work to understand the grief we shift into light across our faces”) to capture the full span of everything the poem can say. the value of it comes from what u can find in it !

neat poem. it would make for a good example of uhh using context to determine a poem’s meaning. to understand how to read this poem, the reader can use the context clues of line 3 (”the future  the present  the past”) to realize its a poem that offers a branching path to evoke the flow of time. that way, you can read it using whatever words your eye catches on the way down. the only thing each reader is forced to experience is grief. good poem.

black lesbians honestly deserve so much more. they are constantly an afterthought in the lgbtq community despite having so much history in building it. it really hurts seeing other lgbtq members brush off black lesbians struggles to them “overreacting” or being “too emotional” over being constantly erased from their own community. listen to black lesbians. if a black lesbian tells you that you are making your lgbtq space unsafe or uncomfortable for them then you listen and make changes. it shouldn’t be controversial to say that black lesbians deserve to feel safe and accepted in the lgbtq community.

Guys I just realized they meant there’s a city in Texas called Ding Dong. I thought the people at GoGurt were really like, “DING DONG! WAKE UP SHEEPLE. BIG GOVERNMENT DOESN’T WANT YOU TO KNOW. TEXAS IS REAL. LOOK IT UP. GET THIS TO THE PEOPLE.” Like some big exec at Yoplait is ready to lose his life over exposing a national secret through the medium of childrens’ yogurt snack tubes.