Postcard From Venus

The worst part of human adulthood is being your own zookeeper

Like... i have to make sure my meals are nutritionally balanced... i have to make sure that the space i occupy is big enough, and interesting enough, and provide enrichment to make up for the lack of novelty... i have to make sure i get exercise... i'm not qualified for this

SO PROUD OF HIM

first of all what the fuck

We thought my grandma had a tumor in her heart and it turns out she was born with a small hole in her heart (she was born at home in rural Appalachia in the early 1940s and had two older sisters who died within days of birth, spotty childhood medical care) and her body somehow fixed it. Built up scar tissue until her heart no longer had a hole. She gave birth to two children, lived a normal life and only had this diagnosed in her 70s. How cool is that? How badass is the human body?

My great grandma cut her leg and contracted tetanus in the 1930s and survived lockjaw untreated. It kills about 25% of the people it infects. It’s crazy to me that if either of these ladies weren’t so strong and badass, I wouldn’t be here.

It’s weird to think that your existence on this earth is dependent on a whole lineage of ‘near misses’ going back through eternity. A young lady falling in a stream while doing the washing and managing to pull herself out before her many shirts weighed her down and drowned her. A young man contracting the plague and being a part of that rare population that survived it, living the rest of his life knowing death was so very close. A man being shot with an arrow in war and laying fevered for weeks before his body fought off the infection and he hobbled home to his wife. A little baby girl being so fevered she loses her hearing but recovers and goes on to lead a full life. And backwards further. A young Neanderthal boy breaking his arm quite badly and being unable to hunt but being loved and cared for just the same. A little human girl wandering off and losing toes to frostbite 60000 years ago but returning home to her family and surviving. Surviving.

You’re the product of mercy, grace and the human collective.

my grandad dropped a car on his face once

Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexual people or are actually a bunch of tiny velociraptors in a human suit

all 3 bitch

Tumblr being free is humanity's greatest error.

Then pay me 20$ if you feel so strongly about it

that’s enough emotions for a whole year. ciao

The earlier in the year you reblog this the better it gets

sure u call urself an anarchist and have “be gay do crime” in ur bio but are you nice to people in real life

Over twenty years ago my big brother got me a job at a Taco Bell in the St. Louis suburbs-West County. He warned me that it was the “gay Taco Bell”, but since I was coming from the “gay Howard Johnson’s” I wasn’t shocked. It turns out it was the black trans women Taco Bell complete with black trans women in management. And they’d worked out an arrangement with the local teen Narcotics Anonymous group so that twice a week we would shut down the drive thru and the dining room and exclusively serve 60+ teens in various stages of recovery. And many of the women I worked with were in various stages of being out or transitioning and they were from all generations from teens to over 50. One woman I worked with had a regular corporate job presenting as a man 9-5 Mon-Fri and then came to Taco Bell and worked 6pm -2am Friday and Saturday night so she could be herself surrounded by other black transwomen in those stolen weekends. And we had customers come from all over the metro area because they knew they could be themselves in the dining room. I only worked there from 1999-2001 but for young me, this was a vital, formative experience. Some of the girls came from north city all the way out to the “gay Taco Bell” on Manchester in west county because they heard it was safe to work there. Like- I know times have changed but they haven’t changed much in 20 years. I’m still convinced that for lgbt youth, finding a job at your city’s version of the “gay Taco Bell” is key to survival.

Thank u for sharing this with us

fandom is like. we create things for each other and isn’t that love in its purest form? 

and our fandom is like. we take every opportunity to celebrate. days of the week. the 5th, every month. every birthday. every wedding. every character. this place is filled with so much love it’s overflowing.

happy fuck him on the floor friday everyone

My physics professor just told the class the wildest story from when he was in grad school about building a high voltage unauthorized Tesla coil with the ability to kill a man

How old is this and why is it on my dash

i made this in 2018

I admire your dedication to period accurate historical recreation

Still hits in 2022