What if you loved me so much it literally undoomed me haha jk unless

What if I had so much faith in you it literally reshaped the narrative into a happy ending HAHA JK UNLESS

I know it’s not much in the face of everything but I have been finding hope & resilience in palestinian poetry these past few weeks and I created a google drive file of poetry collections by palestinian poets that I will keep updating as I keep on reading. I also recommend checking out @fiercynn’s palestinian poets series for more poets + poetry available online

[after saying something completely normal] be honest do you think i should ever speak again

pirates smp theorycrafting: the faction isles are a compass

hi! this is my first theory post ever so please bear with me, and also my first tumblr post in a very, very long time. all images are screenshots so apologies in advance for bad quality

Lappy fancam animatic blogging/production notes

now that wolfgirlyaoi is out on global its rambling time about my powerpoint presentation

A recipe for success in indie RPGs:

I hate tswift and her obsessed fans but it’s gonna be real bad when tumblr + twitter collectively realize that all their favorite millionaire celebrities are bourgeois fucks whose individual lifestyles cause more damage than entire communities in the global south, who feel the impact of climate change both sooner and harder. Obviously corporations and the US military are worse, but being “better” than a megacorp or the imperialist murder machine is a low fucking bar, your favorite millionaire is not exempt because they’re doing less damage than Saudi Aramco and Chevron. I don’t care if people casually watch Hollywood movies or listen to pop music, but celebrity worship is a disease. They don’t care about you. If they cared about you they wouldn’t have private jets and yachts and shit.

when two mutuals from opposite sides of your dash reblog the same post. okay where’s the common ancestor

did you guys see the poem from a couple of days ago in poetry dot org’s daily poem it was so good and a treat to read 

been thinking about it since i read it 

thank you for sharing with everyone. i feel as if i’m meant to see this; my unci showed this poem to me for her lakota literature class asking for help in understanding it. it stood out to me among the many she showed me. not only because of the unique shape which reminded us of stars, of star quilts, their diamonds, and it makes the poem readable from many paths. to me, the author’s words speak of the obligation we have to face the past, to embrace our grief, to unravel the tragedies of colonialism. it is our obligation as descendants, as ancestors, as stewards and we must do it together. it’s very powerful.

GXろぐ

day one of trying not to think about fucking that old man

relapsed

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*twirling my hair around my finger* hes just soooooo burdened by his sense of duty and the insurmountable weight of being a mere man written into the role of a myth

god created man to be penetrated

i posted this with violence and the crucifixion in mind and you hussies are talking about anal

Ramona Ausubel, How To Be a Writer: The Map Is the Territory

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I needed to make a world where I could look for my grandmother once she left this one. I invented a world because death is unknowable and someone I lived was about to live there.

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when e.e. cummings said “i’ll live my life if it kills me”

when andrea gibson said “i suppose i love this life, in spite of my clenched fist.” & when ellen bass said “to love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it”

why’s he got no pants !!! he’s got his whole pussy out !!!