can I say something. it is really funny when you see people ripping random queer books to shreds, like dream daddy cancellation style, and then you dig a little deeper to see what unproblematic material meets their standards, and it's all Supernatural and Death Note

BABY DOES NOT NEED SMOKO

IS THAT FUCKING FELTED????? THIS IS GORGEOUS BABY SMOKO

Pasi Tammi (Finnish, 1971), One to Two, 2004. Oil on canvas, 70 x 60.5 in.

I wish depression were an emergency. I wish someone could take one look at how sick I am and go “oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital!” and then when we get there I get rushed into surgery and the surgeons say “it’s a good thing you brought her here when you did, this is a seriously advanced case” and then they put me under and spend the next ten hours pulling metres of long, sticky black strands of gunk out of my body, throwing it immediately into an incinerator so that it can’t infect anyone else. And then they could stitch me back up and I could rest a few days, and when I leave the hospital everyone can see how much better I am and they congratulate me saying “well done, you’ve been so brave, I’m so glad you’re ok. I love you.”

This is one of the most powerful images I have ever seen, and I will reblog it every single time because every single time it brings tears to my eyes.

They want me for my solemn yet tender acts of service and aura of barely-leashed violent intent

they should invent a high ponytail that doesn’t give me a headache and they should invent a low ponytail that doesn’t make me look like a miller’s apprentice going off to enlist in the continental army