"All constituents are transitory "

I've gone. Not one for goodbyes, I thought it best to slip out quietly. Love to you all, Giles.

the exhaustion, though. every morning and every day, like a weight. a hand that dampens sound. every joy quietly extinguished. under that weight, you wriggle.

if you had the ability to stop time, your first thought has always been i'd sleep until i wasn't tired anymore. just that. just sleep. you are so fucking tired of constantly-pushing. you can carry it, sure. but fuck. just for a second, if everything could slow down. if all that kindness and justice and trying that you pour out into the universe - if it would finally fucking find its way back to you. if it could - just for a second - finally be easy.

In an effort to share a little black and queer history during this turbulent Pride month, here’s a comic about one of my favorite musicians, Sister Rosetta Tharpe.