meet me in the boathouse

There are parts of queer history we will never touch. People who lived quiet lives and were forgotten within a generation. Stories that were tucked under the bed and hidden from the world. Diaries that were burned with nothing to recover. Beyond the hiding, there is queerness that never had the chance to be discovered, people who felt different but never gave themselves a moment or sliver of grace to explore, much less vocalize it. This is worth mourning. It is worth cradling to your chest and feeling to the fullest devastation. More than anything else, it is worth remembering.

what happened to the beach boys you guys used to love the beach boys

I love videos of people performing religious ceremonies for small animals. Especially if it’s not something a small animal could participate in theologically.

Sadie the Dog has been BLESSED upon this fine ASH WEDNESDAY she has been reminded of the FRAGILITY OF LIFE and has observed the start of the LENT SEASON

Butters the Cat is wearing a TINY KIPPAH

Cat on a tiny praying mat!!!

[ID: Photos of cats on prayer mats, some have their own miniature mats, others sit alongside their humans. /end ID]

rich people be losing theoretical money and making it our problem. like imagine anyone not wealthy being like "this is how much money I thought I would be making and since I'm not, I'm taking it from someone who needs it way more than me" and then we call it inflation or rising costs of living

if I wrote a dystopian novel where the corrupt evil megacorporation that controls society has a fucking smirk for a logo, my editor would tell me to use a less heavy-handed metaphor