Mujer Moderna

carol: in toxic yuritopia. georgia o'keeffe painting in her house. in the cuddle pile. seven billion people screaming and cheering for her new wip. thinking hard about pronouns. saving the world via the most dubiously consensual sex ever conceived. waking up from said dubiously consensual sex (likely precisely calculated to be the scientifically best sex possible) and entering a writing mania in which she decides to take her formerly male romantic lead and make her a trans lesbian. thinking about her dead wife to keep her spirit strong in these trying times.

Someday I’m gonna need to actually write about this conservative tactic of demanding we basically turn off the part of our brain that interprets words and finds meaning when we talk to them. If they don’t specifically say some exact words, well you can’t respond to those words. You can’t assume JK Rowling is saying she’s a victim of a witch hunt by trans people because she never said those exact words in that exact order.

Jean-Paul Sartre:

YOURE 30???????

#you started blogging when I was 2

HBO’s Sopranos: hark at the ducks 🦆 give zero fucks 🦆 in Tony’s pool 🦆 pasta fazool 🍝

reddit is having a glitch where it puts the wrong captions over photos and it’s the only thing i care about right now