OH BEARER MINE

you want to be mommy’s adjective noun, don’t you, pet name? you want to verb and verb for mommy like a good gender

Tumblr users will say "queer history" and mean "midcentury archival records from a specific US-American city that I have extrapolated into a universal mythos" and not even blink

"learn your queer history" I am from fucking INDIA

Queer history such as: The interpersonal grievance I had five years ago with someone whose social media reach never broke into quadruple digits, but it felt super important at the time

Any tips on getting unbanned from Hinge I killed someone

I love when Arabic loanwords get incorporated into other languages and they keep the al- suffix. I'm studying the gebra. It's a real the batross around my neck.

Trace amounts of Monica in my life

A statistically insignificant level of Monica in my life

My life manufactured in a facility that also processes Monica

A World of Darkness is a normal world to someone like me

we’re so lucky that gilgamesh survived and is a banger. can you imagine if we found the oldest written human story ever recorded and it sucked balls.

maybe orpheus always looks back because his very effort to reverse death means that he can't look forward. if he could look forward, he could accept eurydice's death, grieve, and keep moving in life. his refusal to accept her death is looking back. his going down to the underworld, asking hades and persephone for her life, trying to lead her out... it's all 'looking back'. he does nothing for the entire story except look back. orpheus! looks! back! it's his entire thing! the story ends the same way it begins: orpheus looked back.

my promising gardening career was cut short when i was mauled by a rampaging basil plant

i just besmirched this guy's honor and i seriously think he might try to kill me over it i'm freaking the fuck out

you are fifteen thousand generations removed from stone tools

to be clear you are fifteen thousand generations removed from the invention of stone tools. not from the end of stone tools. modern humans are still using stone tools.

I thought you meant we were descendents -of- stone tools

your father was a handaxe and your mother smelt of microliths

the hounds of tindalos isnt like the most thought provoking or best written short story but it is still probably my favorite piece of classic cosmic horror and the titular hounds themselves are definitely my favorite eldritch creatures. imagine a dog that lives on the other side of the ends of time and its full of an evil thats not actually evil so much as the calculable absence of everything that makes people good and because of that the presence of humans drives it into a mad ravenous frenzy and it moves by being made of sacred geometry and going wherever angles are. and its alive but its not alive. it lacks all the essential biological qualities of something living. its going to make you not alive too. it even secretes a weird blue slime.

new type of asnimal discovere din the woords called "legsbeast" which has legs so so so tall that they nevber even observed the body

messed up that eyes are kinda the only body part it’s acceptable to get lost in

getting lost in her mouth