Murder me in an overgrown greenhouse of an old estate during a thunderstorm or don’t waste my fucking time.

hey don't cry. estimated up to 3.8 million species of fungi on planet earth with only around 4% of species being described leaving 96% of species unknown. okay?

womanhood and having a voyeuristic relationship with your own pain

“am i suffering beautifully?” “is my agony lovable?”

when lizzo said “self love is survival” and when hannah gadsby said “do you understand what self-deprecation means when it comes from somebody who already exists in the margins? it’s not humility. it’s humiliation” and when mitski said “i used to rebel by destroying myself, but realized that’s awfully convenient to the world. for some of us our best revolt is self preservation”

when audre lorde said “caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare”

“Sorrow is so woven through us, so much a part of our souls, or at least any understanding of our souls that we are able to attain, that every experience is dyed with its color. This is why, even in moments of joy, part of that joy is the seams of ore that are our sorrow. They burn darkly and beautifully in the midst of joy, and they make joy the complete experience that it is. But they still burn.”

— Christian Wiman, from My Bright Abyss: Meditation of a Modern Believer (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2013)