look above at the stars in despair and wonder

queue this post when it’s your birthday and be surprised

*to ethics board* well im sorry you feel that way (lie detector attached to me starts blaring) but i thought my experiments were benefitting humanity (lie detector has started incorporating subtle amen breaks)

rrrrgh i just want to be clingy with someone oh my god. just come home from work and pin them down in bed so i can cuddle. when will the universe send me some guy who will let me mumble incoherent complaints into his neck while i'm sprawled on top of him? it's a genuine necessity okay. please.

oh yeah have i ever told yall of the academic war i have been an unwilling soilder in for the past two years

and shes like "yeah, its Professor A"

and we all FLIPPED. THE FUCK. OUT

we thought the framed picture of the two of them on professor A's desk was ironic because hes that type of guy

like, you gotta undestand. these two have gotten into YELLING matches in hallways. these two refuse to go onto trips with each other. but apparently they have a system where they quite LITERALLY leave all of their work at work and drive home in seperate cars and literally NEVER mention work at home. it is SO funny

ten minutes in bus stop time is equivalent to about 45 minutes in normal time

hey dante vedi di tenermi d'occhio lapo. controllalo tu per me (come se fossi una mia estensione), che non si sa mai, potrebbe non star facendo sul serio, che lui mica è come noi. non è mica come Noi Due, Tu Lo Sai cos'è l'Amore, come lo so Io, Tu ed Io lo capiamo, Io e Te conosciamo Nostro Signore, nostro Tuo e Mio s'intende. ;) - momento meno omo sessuale di gaydo cavalcunty, 13esimo secolo

men will literally invent literary movements just in order to write to their bro and tell them they're the only person who truly really understands them because they're both linked by a Love only they truly get

i live in a town that is by majority black. i visit atlanta almost weekly and i see a rich community built from so many identities in culture. every fucking day i see and i talk to the people you guys are leaving behind when you say "fuck the south!" and i see that your activism really isn't for everyone

all i am saying is one time i walked out of the high museum of art to see a hijabi woman explaining to a group of strangers how to eat the fruit growing on the tree outside the building. it was unfamiliar enough that i couldn't identify it. it was a group of a handful of people, an older asian mother and her teenager translating for her, a white man with a trans pin on his pack and pink hair, a pair of latino friends, a black father and his young son. i think, it's been a few years. and the lady explaining it to the group saw the little kid struggling to get his nails under the peel so she crouched down and showed him her trick to getting it off & every time someone makes the grand, sweeping statement of "fuck the south!" i think of this group of strangers who came together to eat fruit off of a tree in front of the high and i think they are so kind. i think, "this is who you are leaving behind." i think that you guys are letting the hatred overpower love

Everybody driving a car thinks they're the main character of the car. This is an ideologically bourgeois attitude. You know who doesn't ever feel like the main character of the vehicle they're in? Literally everyone on the bus. You're on the fucking bus. And the bus driver doesn't feel like the main character of the bus because she's at fucking work. The bus is the most ideologically proletarian form of transport.

These kinds of things give me hope

the iwtv book is so funny bc lestat stalks louis obviously wanting a vampire husband he can live with forever and louis's catholic ass meets him and is like "yeah i wanna kill myself anyway why don't u turn me into a vampire" but doesn't really get the implication that they have to like. be together. and when lestat turns him and there's only one coffin for them to sleep in louis literally begs him to sleep IN THE CLOSET and lestat goes, "don't you know what you are?" and then louis gets in the coffin on top of him and tells daniel about his "distaste for being so close to him, handsome and intriguing though he was" like what r u talking about