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*squeezes your hand* it won’t feel like this forever
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i don't even know what to say. Apparently my brother has been sending doja cat (singer) recipe links as instagram dms for literal YEARS now because he doesn't know an easy way to bookmark them in the app. Which led to an attempt to save recipes by just linking them to celebrities who he assumes aren't checking their dms anyways. this lifehack got him blocked by mac demarco and lorde however. Doja never blocked or responded so he just continued to use her inbox to save insta repices. FOR YEARS.
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santa put me on the Nuanced list this year
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Office bugs!!! Story by my classmate @shiru_art on insta, character design by me
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A borzoi on a leash is a worm on a string btw
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being neglected as a child makes being an adult so funny because you go to the grocery store & think everyone is going to beat you to death
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scientists in the 1990s, putting a Get More Purple gene attached to a harmless plant virus into an already purple petunia: please get more purple
the petunia, sensing an apparent honest to god Get More Purple Disease, using the previously undiscovered RNAi antiviral ability to shut down all other purple genes along with it just in case: you put VIRUS in petunia? you infect her with the More Purple?? oh! oh! her children shall bloom white! jail for mother, jail for mother for One Thousand Years!!!!
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normalize having more than one best friend. "best friend" shouldn't just be a title reserved for one person... best friend is a species...
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the tattoos above are what prompted it, but the two below come up later!
i remember once upon a time, i was a teenager who overshared on here in moments of stress, but i don't think i have ever, truly opened up. i want to right now. i don't mind if this is reblogged or whatever, i just feel like chatting. and sitting on my closet floor to get good lighting for pictures.
tw for an honest talk about mental health. i won't go into more details than necessary and nothing extreme is required to tell this story, but i will brush upon serious topics that are common with depression such as suicidal ideation and self harm. i will try to keep the tone light though.
rent is a very special show that has shaped my life uniquely. i remember the first time i saw it was the movie on a streaming service, i must have been about 14 or 15. i had never seen anything, or anyone, like i saw in rent. for a little bit, it was just a really cool thing i obsessed over in the way a neurodivergent teenager will obsess over things. it was fun, i liked it, that was it. it was my favorite, but just because i liked rock and musicals. by 2016 i had started to come out as trans, and it wasn't going well. while i had some support, i was getting some real shit at school. i mean full blown mother of two teacher who prided herself on acceptance of queer students yelling at me on stage in front of the whole cast of the musical because i wanted a male ensemble costume instead of a female one kind of shit. i was over it. i had been having a miserable year because of some very recent, very horrific trauma i will not be getting into here, and i decided I Had Enough. after that moment on the stage, i decided that night when i got home i was going to end it. i was going to the dressing rooms to change when i saw a poster for auditions with a theatre company i had never heard of and no longer exists. they were doing rent, and it happened to be over the summer just a couple of months out. by the time i got home i decided i had to at least do the show, and then i could go. i figured i might as well go out having fun, and oh wow, i had so much fun. i instantly hit it off with several of my soon to be cast mates at rehearsal, something that had never happened to me because i was a very reserved, quiet kid. rehearsals were the highlight of my day and i cherished every moment. the comfort and ease i felt with the cast pushed me to feel comfortable with fully coming out. for one summer, we were a family. it turned out the directors, who had never directed, forgot to get the rights to the show. we never did have the show, but we had a workshop where we performed bits of it to a word of mouth audience. i don't think we even charged anything, but i don't remember. what i do remember is countless hours with incredible people i got to hang out with that bled into the following years until i moved away. rent continued to follow me after the show, before and after the move. my first tattoo, the semicolon, i got with two of my former cast mates to celebrate me living to 18 as well as acknowledge my relationship with suicide from the people around me. that meaning has only grown for me with age, unfortunately. later on, i got to see the beginning of the 20th anniversary tour with my dad, someone who hates musicals and hates driving to la but did both just for me. that's always going to be a special memory. i love him so much. i got to see the end of the tour with someone else who is practically my little brother, who is so special and so dear to me (and very likely reading this!! i love you!!) that memory is close to my heart too because after spending our childhoods growing up several states and one time zone apart, we had that time together. i also got my second tattoo matching with him during that trip. it's of our home state flowers interlocking, that coincidentally are both of my grandmother's favorite flowers. my third tattoo is a massive rabbit skull with meaningful plants growing up in and around it to form the ears that has so many layers of meaning and growth in itself, all covering up old self harm scars. a dear friend i met during some of the worst times of my life drew it for me. i would have never grown enough for the third tattoo if i hadn't gotten so attached to rent because the depth of the meaning behind "no day but today" has been why i found my way out of the pull between hiding in the past and escaping into the future. after going through a horrible ending to 2024, i knew what my next tattoo would be on jan. 1, 2025 when i needed something to change for the better, and now i have it. i don't know what the future holds, but i know right now i have people i love to keep close to my heart.
there's only us, / there's only now,
there's only this, / there's only here,
forget regret, / give into love,
or life is yours to miss / or live in fear
no other road / no other path
no other way, no day but today
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