Memories

In a period where people already feel trapped by institutions, authoritarianism, inequality, ecological dread, etc., it's no wonder the "your only hope is obliteration" ending is landing so badly. A story that once said: "the world is flawed but worth saving" suddenly pivoting to: "burn it down and maybe something better comes after" doesn't hit me as beautiful and profound. It hits me as bleak and nihilistic.

danger: story you haven't started writing yet has been sitting so long it's started to grow moss that looks like ideas for a sequel.

The story I'm not writing has already gained sentience. Give it a few more months and it will say mama.

Older women are so, so beautiful, and older trans women are no exception. Celebrate the beauty of our elders! Celebrate trans beauty!

we are not born to die!! what are you talking about!! do you think a book begins just to finish? do you think a song opens with a beautiful chord just for it to end? you don’t read the book to finish it, you read the book to eat up the excitement and the emotions it evokes!! to learn and to digest and to fall in love and be heartbroken!! you listen to the song to dance and dance and sing your throat raw!!! to cry and smile and swell with the harmonies!! yes, we are born with the inevitable fate of death, we are mortal after all, but that is merely the finale of the play!! the final act, the closing of the curtains - we are not born to take a bow and exit stage left!! we are born to love and be joyous and yell and move and learn and cry and feelfeelfeel!!!  we are not born to die, silly, we’re born to live!!!

This is so violently hopeful and uplifting everyone needs to see it

Life before death. Strength before weakness. Journey before destination.

Much like how archers and digital artists are mortal enemies

not carpal tunnel syndrome 😫

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