the Moon and her Fireflies

oh to be consumed by books to the point i forget reality exists

I swear one of the greatest feelings in the world is when you can feel yourself falling in love with your best friends, and I’m not talking about the romantic kind of love, I’m talking about the “holy shit your existence has made my life so fucking superb and I cannot wait to keep you around forever” kind

so loving men isn't a curse. loving men isn't "unfortunate". loving men isn't a bad thing. yes, we can joke about how awful men can be, but it gets to a a point where this mentality can really hurt. it can really feed into you hating yourself for something you can't control. loving men is something special. loving yourself is just as beautiful.

happy pride to the men-lovers out there

“but what if you abort the baby who’ll cure cancer?!” sir the baby who will cure cancer is an organic chemistry major who works at a Home Depot because you use AI to go through your resumes

"I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein’s brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops." - Stephen Jay Gould, The Panda's Thumb: More Reflections in Natural History

everything is changing and maybe that’s okay

one thing about me is that i’ll have a lil nap

let’s all make the really uncomfortable decision of being brutally present in our bodiesssss 😍😍😍😍