#sese

[onlyhxnxe]

[genderisafuck]

On second thought: I dont think im real. Stop perceiving me

[radiomogai]

Occunous Referential Language

you know how some words are gendered, like wife, or brother, or aunt? yeah we made some of those for occunous, just to be self-indulgent. the 'typical' word is on the left, the occunous version is on the right. you don't have to use these if you're occunous, and you can use them if you're not, they're just for fun & comfort!!

Auntcle: Scyne Child: Pupilin (plural 'pupilren') Datemate: Viewfriend, horrorfriend Grandparent: Grandsecuren, grandsese, grandseesee, grandsee Nibling: Desling Parent: Securen, sese, seesee, renny Sibling: Descryn, des, dessy Spouse: Beholdarling, beheld Unspecified family member: Sclerative Unspecified partner: Sight

sclerative was made with chosen/found family in mind, but isn't limited to that. sight, along with viewfriend/horrorfriend and beholdarling/beheld, can be used for any partner; it doesn't have to be romantic

we got a lot of help from our chosen family Tanagerbirds with this, thank you again so much!!! we'll be adding etymology and our thought processes for coining these in a reblog in order to not make this post too long lol

Taglist: @aetherive @en8y @queermogaigremlin @neopronouns @hoardicboy @liom-archive @kiruliom @mogai-sunflowers @local-yurei @revenant-coining and also tagging @sir-eldritch as you made a list of referential language and this seems like something you may be interested in

[victonrevival]

cutie hanse n his cute lil ‘flip that’

[brainddeadd]

🖤🖤🖤🖤 #victon #빅톤 #alice #dohanse #hanse #sese #한세 #도한세 #dohansevicton #hansevicton #victonhanse #victondohanse https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm6d_ABr9PW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[40h40blunts]

Wollte aufhör'n, aber wieder Codeini in der Bag

Dann die Benzos, kann nicht lügen, ich hab' sisi unterschätzt

- Sevi Rin

[somethingsomewhere]

Erin's Monologue

“Myself. My self.

That’s the problem. That’s the whole problem with the whole thing. That word, “self.” Thats not the word. That’s not right, that isn’t…How did I forget that? When did I forget that?

The body stops a cell at a time, but the brain keeps firing those neurons.

Little lightning bolts, like fireworks inside and I thought I’d despair or feel afraid, but I don’t feel any of that. None of it. Because I’m too busy. I’m too busy in the moment. Remembering. Of course. I remember that every atom in my body was forged in a star.

This matter, this body is mostly empty space after all, and solid matter? It’s just energy vibrating very slowly why there is no me. There never was.

The electrons of my body mingle and dance with the electrons of the ground below me and the air I’m no longer breathing. And I remember there is no point where any of that ends and I begin. I remember I am energy. Not memory. Not self. My name, my personality, my choices, all came after me.

I was before them and I will be after, and everything else is pictures, picked up along the way. Fleeting little dreamlets printed on the tissue of my dying brain.

And I am the lightning that jumps between. I am the energy firing the neurons, and I’m returning. Just by remembering, I’m returning home.

And it’s like a drop of water falling back into the ocean, of which it’s always been a part. All things… a part. You, me and my little girl, and my mother and my father, everyone’s who’s ever been, every plant, every animal, every atom, every start, every galaxy, all of it. More galaxies in the universe than grains of sand on the beach.

And that’s what we’re talking about when we say “God.”

The cosmos and its infinite dreams. We are the cosmos dreaming of itself. It’s simply a dream that I think is my life, every time. But I’ll forget this. I always do. I always forget my dreams.

But now, in this split-second, in the moment I remember, the instant I remember, I comprehend everything at once.

There is no time. There is no death. Life is a dream. It’s a wish. Made again and again and again and again and again and again and on into eternity. And I am all of it.

I am everything. I am all. I am that I am.”

- Erin Greene - Midnight Mass -

[detournementsmineurs]

"Passion Patrimoine : Les Anges Gardiens du Patrimoine" documentaire présenté par Carole Gaessler de la série "Des Racines et des Ailes" avec les interventions de Delphine Christophe - Directrice de la Conservation du Centre des Monuments Nationaux - Elsa Ricaud - Architecte du Patrimoine - François-Xavier Richard - un des derniers artisans à maîtriser l'impression de papiers peints à la planche en France - ou encore Stéphane Sésé - Propriétaire - au service de la maison arabisante de l'écrivain voyageur Pierre Loti à Rochefort, la maison de vacances de Marcel Proust chez sa tante Léonie à Illiers-Combray, le château de Chevigny-en-Valière ayant appartenu à Beaunois Louis Brossard près de Beaune ou encore l'abbaye cistercienne de Beaulieu-en-Rouergue ayant appartenu à Pierre Brache et Geneviève Bonnefoi, transformée en musée d'art moderne, octobre 2023.

[onlyhxnxe]

BIGONE (빅원) - Pop Punk (feat. Dive, 도한세)

[genderisafuck]

Cleaned my room and found the remains of an ancient civilization

[onlyhxnxe]

[onlyhxnxe]

[onlyhxnxe]

NEW HANSE MUSIC

Give me that sugar rush

[genderisafuck]

I repaired my mini fridge. Im unstoppable today

[onlyhxnxe]