happy birthday, gilbert baker. (june 2, 1951 — march 31, 2017)

Every pride, you must reblog this. No exceptions

I love that four different people on my feed scheduled this joyous person to reblog by 8am on June 1. I look forward to seeing this a dozen more times today.

Sourcing the photos as taken by Mark Ham on Instagram, according to one of the replies.

Happy Pride month to the moon

If you're lamenting the fact that you used to be able to shoot through a 500-page novel in like a day when you were in middle school and now you can't, it's worth bearing in mind that a big part of that is because when you were in middle school, your reading comprehension sucked. Yes, mental health and the stresses of adult life can definitely be factors, but it's also the case that reading is typically more effortful as an adult because you've learned to Ponder The Implications. The material isn't just skimming over the surface of your brain anymore, and some of the spoons you used to spend on maximising your daily page count are now spent on actually thinking about what you're reading!

The hurdy-gurdy is an instrument of paradoxal contradictions. For one, it has an astonishingly beautiful sound, but a name that sounds like a british slang term for an unspeakable sex act.

coding got me saying shit like “target the child” “assign its class” “override its inheritance” like the third wife of a dying oil baron discovering his of-age son born out of wedlock

what a nice cast of characters! why are all of them skinny

drug patents should be illegal bc T pills that don't destroy your liver already exist but they're a zillion dollars because corporations hate it when trans people are happy and love it when we have to use inconvenient and painful routes of administration instead