You might not want to hear this but people with anger issues and/or violent impulses need social accommodations. And no by accommodation I don't mean walking on eggshells around them, actual accommodations for people with these issues comes down to giving them a space away from what's triggering them to process their emotions and calm themselves down same as what kind of accommodations people who get sensory overload or just any kind of overwhelmed. There is no moral value to having anger issues or violent impulses, people with them are deserving of accommodation the same as everyone else.
schrodinger's chekhov's gun. a detail in a story that looks like it should have some big payoff but it's too early to tell if that's relevant or if the author just has a passion for lovingly describing guns.
Me when I remember something I said ages ago that was wrong or my values no longer align with
The existence of Ghost Hunt UK implies the existence of Ghost Hunt (insert country here). Everyone in America watches the UK version for Melanie.
My 90yr old Irish Catholic grandpa doesn’t miss with my gender. He’s never gotten my name wrong, or my pronouns, never even faltered over it.
It’s all so natural too: son, big man, young man…
We’ve never talked about it. He’s the only one who hasn’t pushed for details. He just accepted it and carried on because it’s not a huge deal.
It’s so comforting.
AND STAY OUT!!!!!!!!
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blood pools under my tongue where the words should be. id kiss you but i wouldnt want to make a mess. petals on my unmade bed, petals in the bathroom, petals in the toilet bowl as I lean over it pulling back my own hair. there’s petals in my hair, too, im sick with it. sick with you. you’re growing in me like a fungus, it’s fucking hard to breathe. take my breath away, i bet you need it more. am i infectious? do you want to be sick with me too, dear? the vines around my organs are long, they can wrap around yours too, if you’d like.
A proper salad consists of three divine components:
ingredience (vegitable of all kin)
indulgence (dressing, oil, salt, croutons, cheese, etc)
violence (chopp and shred that shit asunder)
Throwing Children by Ross Gay