xandra

ALSO, here’s a comprehensive link to a google doc that includes a compiled list of petitions, resources, ways to get in touch with law officials, resources for international people, all donations, and organizations you can donate to support the black lives matter movement!

if you hold riverdale in your mind for long enough you will eventually love gay kevin

my toxic trait is that i genuinely believe that the side effects of immortality won't affect me. i have so much stuff i want to learn i won't even notice the centuries go by. also i'm nosey as hell so the decades-deep gossip would keep myself from isolating from human society because i want to know what's going on. i would make such a good vampire i stand by this

[so horny ive forgotten social codes] i'd like to do some butterfly taxidermy shit to them

makes you experience a placebo effect

“After every atrocity one can expect to hear the same predictable apologies: it never happened; the victim lies; the victim exaggerates; the victim brought it upon herself; and in any case it is time to forget the past and move on. The more powerful the perpetrator, the greater is his prerogative to name and define reality, and the more completely his arguments prevail.” -Judith Herman

[speaking into a recorder] day 72 in the maze. morale is low. supplies are lower. nobody has said anything yet, but some of us are starting to think that we might never get out. i'm beginning to question my sexuality.

[recording another log] our group has fewer men now. not because they died or anything, just because some of them realised that they're actually women. congratulations ladies. oh, and we're we're still stuck in the maze, just for the record.

im noticing that for a lot of americans “free palestine” has been an ideological motto and symbol rather than them actually believing in their heart that freedom is attainable and necessary

was playing "fetch" with the ocean today by tossing stones into it and watching them wash back up with the tide a few meters away, and it got me thinking about grief and the things we carry with us even after we lose them

using therapyspeak but exclusively in utterly ridiculous situations where it makes no material difference because it's funny

standing in a haunted house with my arms folded going "i know that hallway wasn't there before, you're just trying to gaslight me. textbook controlling personality type." and a ceiling beam falls on my head