Queer In The Stacks

I'm not one to post fundraisers, my followers know this, but if you can spare a few dollars to give to this incredible organization I would be so grateful

«And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,

And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

the younger generations want to enact change, they want to make better decisions, make the world a better place than was given to them — but the world is so fucked up that even when we do everything right we cannot escape the inheritance given to us by older generations. We must simply live and die with what we are given.

me when lenore dies:

Which groundhog gift is your favorite? ♡ I’m kind of interested in the rare groundhog guacamole…