Scraps Of My Mind

When you're a kid you just take trees for granted. Then when you get to be an adult you realize that a fully mature tree cannot be created in an amount of time that fits in a convenient landscaping timeframe for love nor money nor all the powers of science. Then you realize that people are very very very cavalier about chopping them down

I was reading Gideon the Ninth right before my egg cracked. The reviews said Griddle was so funny. I read it and all I saw was a traumatised woman having a particularly Kiwi response to pain: she can’t just say it hurts, so she turns everything into a joke. It’s her only outlet, the only socially-acceptable way to seize back any power. I don’t see a funny girl, I see a girl who is doing everything not to scream. Imagine being a woman in this society; imagine being a queer woman in this society; imagine being a trans woman. To be a good Kiwi is to be tough, resolute, to never cry out, to not be a fucking girl. Imagine being asked to be petite and gentle and feminine but not too gentle and feminine because that’s weakness, and we abhor weakness. Women everywhere must ride a razor of incompatible expectations, but the particularly Kiwi manifestation of that evil is that women must be women without ever being fucking girls. No softness, no weakness, no vulnerability, no crying. That’s the bear trap Gideon Nav has found herself in. Hell, she’s not even allowed to speak, so she’s laughing while waiting for the jaws to snap her leg off, because what else can she do? The Ninth House is built on buried women.

Tumblr users will say "queer history" and mean "midcentury archival records from a specific US-American city that I have extrapolated into a universal mythos" and not even blink

"learn your queer history" I am from fucking INDIA

I need my weird alone time or I will explode

fucked that you can’t fix other people especially when you really care about them. Oh so im just supposed to be there for you while you suffer. like a useless cunt gargoyle

one time at a funeral i panicked and said the first drink i could think of and the bartender made me the pina colada With all the fixings all the trims all the bells and whistles i didnt even ask imagine youre at a funeral and the person besides you is drinking a pina colada with whip cream as tall as the drink with a cherry and an umbrella, thats what happened to me

just once I want to see a good post critiquing makeup culture that doesn’t turn out to be made by some janky radfem blog

Really, five products could work, even 3. Just frame the face, eyes, lips, and you’re done.

I would really just suggest some powder foundation, concealer, mascara and lipgloss/lipstick, or tbh just mascara works too, but that’s up to you

I’m sorry if I didn’t express this clearly enough in the original post but I’m not really looking for more concise makeup regiments. my intention was to point out how it’s Bad that makeup is considered a bare minimum at all, regardless of individual feelings on the matter

Really the only makeup you need is eyeliner but that’s just my personal opinion

Official graveyard post

stop telling people I’m dead

This is already happening – one of the softwares used by a museum I work at only lets you talk to a human help agent if you have their premium subscription. It's such bullshit

the fact you are not the only one in these notes saying "no this is already happening; i have to pay money to speak to a representative" is just... really awesome! you said a software used by museums is doing this shit? okay! great! wonderful!! anybody know where i can scream

do not start gambling. go outside and locate a bug. now post it on inaturalist. bam. nature's gacha game