*stressed noise*

never let being a girl stop you from being a boy

we all have our own crosses to bear. for example. sometimes i enjoy a panic at the disco song

april will be a good month [staring into the sink mirror eyebags prominent the most upset person youve ever seen]

"there are only two sexes, it's literally third grade biology!" and pronouns are taught in kindergarten and you dont seem to understand those either

ok its literally this

this is why, when someone tells me "there are only two sexes, it's basic biology!" my favorite response is to ask "what, you never made it to advanced biology?" like don't load the gun and then hand it to me lmao

you. yes. you get it

being in your 20s is like im 17 and i don't know who i am. im 55 curled up with a book. im ancient. i've been here forever. i never left. i'm 5 years old and i'm lost at the supermarket

oh shit! I am sad for no reason!!!!!!

me, confused: we had a good day. we read some fun stories. we got to pet a cat. AND we got shit done. we are fundamentally godlike and our therapist is gonna high five us so hard, so what's going on w/ you buddy?

brain, sipping margaritas and staring off mournfully into a carribean sunset, whilst nibbling on a tiny paper umbrella: buddy im just not vibin

me: *pokes brain gently w/ their favorite reading material* hey buddy you wanna go outside? U want some belly rubs? I've got treats do u want treats? we can do whatever u wanna do...

brain: *cannot be distracted from frustratedly chewing on its own leg*

me: buddy

i need the pic of the fucked up looking little dog from a web 1.0 site that’s caption “March Madness”

artist’s rendition

I made a vow years ago to always have this image on hand when someone needed it because I was in your shoes once. Enjoy, stranger.

thank you. it is now march madness time.

Happiness Will Come To You.

when tho

When You Least Expect It. Probably Late March

reblog for happiness to come for you in late march!

I reblogged this last year and I hung out with blink-182 backstage on March 30. Reblogging again because it worked the first time.

honestly, last year one of the best days of my life happened in late March

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

another car opinion is that they shouldn't have touch screens

if you need to do something with your car (ex: adjust the AC) you should be able to do it based off of touch and minimal sight; without knobs and buttons for tactile orientation youre ... staring at an ipad while driving? awesome trend we've started

My favorite part about being sapphic is when the things I love about other women become things I love about myself. One day I was tracing another woman’s stretch marks in a dim bedroom light. And then, seemingly by accident, I was doing it to myself in my bathroom mirror. I loved the feeling of a full hand of flesh when I grabbed a woman’s hips, and then mine didn’t need to be so skinny anymore. I looked at a woman’s lower stomach pudge and thought it was so soft and cute, then never wanted a flat stomach again. Loving women can be so healing when you come from a world that doesn’t.

reading christopher eccleston interviews where he talks about wanting to be androgynous but always getting macho parts makes me understand why i keep getting butch dyke vibes off of the ninth doctor. don’t worry ms doctor i saw your leather jacket 

Also, let us not forget, Henry Kissinger died. I understand that 2023 was generally a shitshow in a lot of ways, but Henry Kissinger very much did die.

what the fuck happened to the word artist. or entertainer. a content creator is what you'd call a bulbous worm disgorging bilious nutrient feed into a larval trough

[with concern] the content creator is gurgling again

The modern reduction of Art from a communicative, interactive, meaningful human exchange to simply a product which is consumed like coal in a train furnace makes me want to hurt people

All I need is for someone to gently cup my face and tell me I'm not as doomed as I feel.

reblog to gently cup your mutual’s face and tell them they’re not as doomed as they feel

concerts should cost 3 shiny nickels and be a block away. beautiful women take my hand we're going

They’ve found the cause of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome. Babies who die of SIDS have a significantly lower level of an enzyme, the purpose of which is to rouse the baby from sleep if necessary (such as the baby stops breathing). This is extremely huge science and medicine news. There is a biological reason. It’s not random.

Previously, parents were told SIDS could be prevented if they took proper precautions: laying babies on their backs, not letting them overheat and keeping all toys and blankets out of the crib were a few of the most important preventative steps. So, when SIDS still occurred, parents were left with immense guilt, wondering if they could have prevented their baby’s death.

Dr. Carmel Harrington, the lead researcher for the study, was one of these parents. Her son unexpectedly and suddenly died as an infant 29 years ago. (...) Harrington explained what she was told about the cause of her child’s death. 

"Nobody could tell me. They just said it's a tragedy. But it was a tragedy that didn't sit well with my scientific brain.” 

Since then, she’s worked to find the cause of SIDS, both for herself and for the medical community as a whole. She went on to explain why this discovery is so important for parents whose babies suffered from SIDS. 

"These families can now live with the knowledge that this was not their fault," she said.

(...) As the cause is now known, researchers can turn their attention to a solution. In the next few years, those in the medical community who have studied SIDS will likely work on a screening test to identify babies who are at risk for SIDS and hopefully prevent it altogether.