may you not rest as long as I am living

Artemis II - April 1st 2026

joy sullivan

what if my body is not a container? what if my body is me? what if pregnancy is active, not some external process happening to the container i happen to own and inhabit? what if it shapes who i am, not just my body, and there are actions i can take because i don't want it to? thanks to human innovation, the same way your god decides whether to grant life, i can decide not to create new life. it's not just my body, my choice. it's me.

affirmations for when you have to send emails

gnaw at the heartbeat - wenyi xue / moon song - phoebe bridgers / let dead dogs lie - silas denver melvin / @strawberry-crocodile / nice pup - chloe moriondo / @ashstfu / @valtsv / @inkskinned / it will come back - hozier / @twoheadedfawnn / @/simplyrotten / clean slated state - the altogether / speeches for dr frankenstein - margaret atwood / faulty - leila chatti / belovéd - yves olade / against the kitchen floor - will wood / st bernard - lincoln / imposter syndrome - sidney gish

The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t exist yet; its potential lives inside a tree you’ll never see in an orchard you’ll never see, will be touched by a certain number of water droplets before it reaches you, by certain angles of light, by a finite amount of bugs and dust motes and hands you’ll never know. The plum you are going to eat next summer will gather sugar, gather mass, will harden at its center so it can soften toward your mouth. The plum you’re going to eat next summer doesn’t know you exist. The plum you are going to eat next summer is growing just for you.