what else could take shape?

asked my students if they wanted to share stories about what they did over spring break and this kid goes "you know the field behind costco?" and we all nod and he says "I got lost in the field behind costco."

if we don't even do anything, they won't have any evidence to lead back to us...! it's the perfect crime...!

(in love with you) (bursting at the seams to talk to you) (heart teeming chest aching) hey how are you

dont call things 'schizo'

youre not "schizoposting" you're just saying some weird shit and being sanist about it

people will disavow the R slur up and down but turn right around and refer to something as 'schizo' and not think anything of it. develop some actual principles and stop using sanist language

by the way. it never is too late to decide you want to be happy. the woman who helped me get hormones didnt start hers until she was 70, and i met her at 73, beautiful and smiling - and told me that the last three years of her life had been her favorite. your favorites might be ahead of you too. why not hang around and find out?

reading about the participation of children in rituals as a form of play in ancient greece and came across an incredibly charming story from julius pollux's onomasticon where a flood prevented the adults from reaching a sanctuary to sacrifice a ram to heracles, and the children solved the problem by....sticking a bunch of sticks in an apple to give it "legs" and "horns" and offering it as a sacrifice instead. it's such a charming thought and i can perfectly picture kids these days also pretending at sacrificing an apple "goat" at recess

ages ago there was some discussion of seven becoming more unemotional and direct the closer she gets to someone because her attempts at personability are a form of masking. which is a really neat character read and very interesting to contrast with b’elanna, who is sort of the opposite, where her prickliness is a form of social armour for the soft and sensitive person she is at her core. very funny then to imagine b7 home life where seven is like (completely devoid of emotion) “i have acquired this bouquet of flowers for my amazing wife. please appreciate them as an expression of my love for you” and b’elanna is absolutely swooning

you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for an amazing reason

fucking the everything bagel for everything

everything? including war?

fucking the war bagel for war