And Stars

i really need people to be so fucking careful in and around discussions of literacy because stuff like "this culture didn't develop a written language ergo they are mentally inferior to us" and "people with this disability are unable to read ergo they are mentally inferior to us" have been eugenicist talking points for a very long time

i bet the pain will end if i arrange a perfect enough sentence about it

I bet the pain will end if you rearrange my guts enough to where I don’t need to talk about it 🙂

i bet the pain will end if i cum deep enough inside her and cuddle about it 🙃

and im here too! 😃

I think it would be really wonderful if seagulls were constructed more like bottles with a mystery inside. What I'm imagining is that were you to catch one, you could then unscrew its face and there would be a glowing gem nestled in some sort of socket. The Core of the Gull so to speak. Then you could swap that around with other seagulls, and after screwing the faces back on they would fly off as if nothing happened. Hm... Is this too esoteric, or do some of you see what I am getting at?

@gymnogypscalifornianus

hey guysss so unfortunately the rumors are true and im leaving the narrative. Buttt the good news is my absence will create such a gaping hole in your lives that it will become a sort of presence itself, and so in a way it will kind of be like i never left! But i am. Leaving just to be clear.

playing stupid games but im really bad at them so im not even winning the stupid prizes

if someone was in a timeloop and started saying all of my dialogue before i said it i’d be so mad. like congratulations, you’ve repeated me over and over to the point where my free will is like that of a machine’s, to where i am nothing more than a glorified automated response generator to you and my personhood is but a lie. pray i don’t remember this loop or next time i’ll stab you, how’s that for predictable

scientists have recently announced that exoplanet HR 3499a is no longer believed to be potentially capable of supporting life, after new spectroscopic readings indicated that it doesn't even have a dishwasher. "i mean, it doesn't even have a fucking dishwasher," said the lead researcher. "I guess you could live there, but, like, would you really want to?"

You can tell a lot about a person by entering their mind palace and encountering their greatest fears and darkest hopes in a labyrinth reflective of their subconscious thoughts.

a friend with a boyfriend is a type of dead wife

the thing you have to remember about catullus – and to his credit as a complex author I think he is aware of this & calls attention to is, although not from a 'feminist' angle obviously – is that however much he might write & play with his own patheticness & powerlessness, ultimately he as the author is has the last word as it were in the power dynamic, like he is the one in control of what is being said & so even when he is being cut down like a flower at the edge of a meadow he is the one writing lesbia cutting him down. which is still quite interesting that he would choose to write himself like this, in a sort of traditionally demeaning position, I think there is a lot to explore there, like it's really endlessly chewable. but you have to be aware at the back of your mind that catullus is (self awarely & also self admittedly) doing a sort of tricksy thing here wherein he is in control of what the reader reads (& even feels about it! cf. poem 16), and this has only been exacerbated by the fact that there is very little actual historically reliable information that survives about him or anyone else here. so like as much as he is being caught by lesbia in the poetic material he is catching her as the poet, and the reader too to a certain extent in that he is manipulating their perception. and then interestingly he is sort of putting the admission of that out there for you as the reader to catch him about it in turn. do you see what I mean