you, me, and superman

happy pride month to this post specifically

seething about the fact that i will never experience photosynthesis in my own useless cells. i bet it feels so good when the light of the sun both warms you and fuels you at the same time. a bone-deep satisfaction mixed with a heated sugar-rush and endless brightness. not that i would fucking know

The fact of the matter is that I do not want to do it

"do what?" you might wonder. well. [gestures broadly]

i don’t care who wins the cup as long it’s not the team i hate or the team i hate or the team i hate or the team i hate or the te

there’s a used bookstore in rural western massachusetts (the montague book mill) whose motto is “books you don’t need in a place you can’t find” and i just feel like that summarizes tumblr too

posts you don’t need on a site you can’t search