Dreamsinlilac

understands the characters to their core

writes so well they–just so–they just—their writing is—-THEY WRITE GOOD

shatters your bad mood with a new update

writes a fic that you can read over again and still clutch at your heart like HOLY SHIT I FUCKING LOVE–I LOVE THIS FIC

writes a scene that has you all giddy in public and that one random stranger asks you like “ooo you are smiling :) :) is that a boy :) you are talking to :)” and you’re like “no I’m reading a Everybody Lives/Nobody Dies AU, please leave”

understands and portrays the characters better than the people who make MOVIES with those characters

I was too young to understand this when 9/11 or the Great Recession hit, but with all the events in the past few years I’ve figured something out.

Food still needs to be eaten, hugs still need to be given, minds still need to be entertained. It doesn’t matter if you’re a broken husk of your former self and everyone else around you is too. You still need nourishment in both body and soul.

And because of that, you don’t sit in your house all day staring at the wall. You do stuff. You dig around until you find those good emotions. They mix in with the bad ones better then you’d expect them to. Except for the times when they don’t. And that’s fine. Because for now you’re still alive and finding some good emotions still stuck in the toes of your stockings that you’d forgotten about. Maybe mixed in with some grit and gunk, but they’re there.

And this isn’t a unique thing that we’re going through, really. All throughout history the survivors of various things have done the exact same things. They cooked dinner as the bombs went off and told stories as the mass burials happened outside.

And even when you fall off the brink and do collapse you still wake up the next morning. And then maybe you brush your teeth and maybe you don’t. Maybe you cry and maybe you don’t. But there’s still a crumb of hope stuck in the toe of your sock that you can’t quite get out no matter how many times it goes through the wash. And there’s something if not comforting, then at least interesting about the fact that everyone around you is going through, if not the same thing, a similar thing. A similar storm in slightly different raincoats.

winter night # beautiful winter # beautiful places # switzerland

Photography by Xuebing Du

This is Doris Pollas, the cofounder of the organisation now known as lgbt+ Denmark which by being founded in 1948 is one of the oldest if not the oldest queer organisation in the world.

Doris lived in a farm in Jutland as a child. She was always butch and figured out she was a lesbian in her teens. When she heard about a club in copenhagen where boys kissed boys and girls kissed girls she went just some months after and it was through that club she started a paper connecting queer people all up to seventies and co founded lgbt+ Denmark.

She is now 97 year and wishes for every queer person to have an as loving and accepting family as she did.

a conversation i saw on twitter about statues worth keeping reminded me of what is easily one of my favorites.