empty and aching

[image description: black text in a serif font on a white background. text reads, “When I was a kid, there was this song that played on the radio all the time. It talked about a road that was long and a brother who had to be carried on it. The singer said the brother wasn’t heavy. That he was, simply, his brother. And that line repeated again and again—He ain’t heavy. He’s my brother. And something about the way the singer’s voice hugged these words, proclaimed them to the world, caught in the back of my throat. Making it hard to move. To swallow. I didn’t know then—at nine, ten, eleven—that this was love. That this was community. That this was about a greater good. If the road is long, it doesn’t matter what you weigh—I will carry you.” end image description.]

life is so good when ur reading a book and taking it w u everywhere like your little child

the exaggerated threat of “not like other girls” circling back to just vilifying women who don’t conform to femininity. but this time it’s #feminist to ridicule them bc they’re the real misogynists for not liking makeup and pink

Taking out a loan to buy a new bottle of vanilla extract

i'm in the homeric temporality time loop and i guess it seems so obvious but when someone refuses to accept death, like when achilles refuses to accept patroclus' death or when demeter refuses to accept persephone's death, it takes the form of them refusing life. achilles refuses food and drink and does not bathe and cannot sleep. demeter renders the earth hostile to life and makes it stop producing food to sustain anything living.