Ce n'est pas un blog

[Image caption: Asking the kitchen a personal question as I peel ginger root to boil in a haste of lemon and orange. Look at these beautiful things, these sharp soft insides stirring with the water and rising. The refrigerator lets out a nice hum. Thank you for keeping my things safe and cool, I say. And then argue with the garbage disposal, shoving rinds and coffee grounds into its mouth until we come to an agreement. The dishwasher has been away on vacation, traveling to find itself and discover, meaning the sink and suds and I have gotten quite close over the last few months. I hand them my problems, my crumbs and tea leaves. They gift back a sponge, water so hot my hands crack. The dishes are such patient creatures. Warmed by toasted bread and the same soup all week; without complaint when left on the counter overnight. And they don't mind my singing voice. My nights frozen still in the light of the fridge looking looking, shutting the door. The kitchen and I in our strange, repeating history. The microwave in some ways like moonlight.]

"I could make that abstract art, anyone could" then make it. Unironically. Go buy some paints. Do a mild googling. Do it, make the same art. See what it feels like. Find out what it inspires in you. Back in high school one kid was pretty disparaging of Jackson Pollock's art until we MADE Jackson Pollocks and it became his THING for the rest of the year. You could go into the art room on break to find him picking out colors and preparing space to make em. Try on the abstract art and let yourself forge a genuine connection to it, coward.

Reblog to literally save a life

whish they told us this in school, all they did was say “feel for lumps, you will know when you feel it”

yeah reblogging especially for my transmasc fellows who (like me) might be real uncomfortable with their chests and not know what to watch out for because we try to avoid this kind of thing (just me? okay)

open a new window somewhere in the world. 

so this loads a short video of the view outside a random person’s window somewhere in the world, and somewhere between Taiwan and Italy, I burst into tears. THE INTERCONNECTEDNESS OF IT ALL…….OH TO BE HUMAN!!!!!

I would do a 1,000 piece jigsaw puzzle of this picture.