Latest Posts by ponytailx - Page 2
is peanut butter a liquid or solid
Sandra Cisneros, ‘Dulzura’
yall with your ugly celeb man crushes
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.
Last Week Tonight, March 16, 2022
garlic is the most evil fucking thing on planet earth. that and silver.
Me when I remember something I said ages ago that was wrong or my values no longer align with
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.
It’s springtime.
Pic source: X.
pink in the night
You have been visited by the twocumber. May you receive twofold luck in the coming days
magic af
Bubbline💖
I def wanna redraw this eventually! This is an older piece I drew because I needed some soft GL vibes.
penguins vs giant petrel
okay i need everybodys opinions on all of these foods: pineapple pizza, avocado, hummus, candy corn, nutella, and dark chocolate
Everyone in the archives is so damn pretty because beauty is in the eye of the beholding
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.
not to be a nerd but it’s so crazy how he (Bernini) really did that from cold hard stone……. truly a spectacle, truly breathtaking, an honor to behold
i. angels must think that love is one sided. angels do not understand love like we do, their languages are too dissimilar from our own. how can something with so many eyes only see forward. i think they like that we try, though. i mean, we do send them little gifts. poems and prayers and lonely mornings. they send us back coffee and cupcakes and a little hope under our tongue. in this way, we are both parts of the universe, trying to care for each other.
ii. i tell my dad i think angels are probably made from flowers. there's an angel in charge of every petal. angels are in toast. angels are in gasoline; it's why they burn with holy fire and why motor oil smells so good.
iii. to my dog i am an angel. he tells me he loves me in the language we have both decided is our code - he presses his head against mine, and we both sigh. i cannot love like an animal, which would be better for me - the unname love, without speech.
iv. i think my angel is plucking her feathers from stress. it must be very hard, to love something that is intent on destroying itself.
v. sometimes it is enough to love something, i mean. pressing our fingers to the mirror and breathing our little lives into the fog. today is a hard one, though. maybe tomorrow you and i can be an angel for the bird outside, and watch it take flight. we'll both know we love it, in our own private language - and give our heart into it. i'll be the angel of daybreak. you can be the angel of dawn. we can both collect the spray of the world and spin it into yarn.
the way i was just talking about this in class like why does a work of literature have to ‘transcend time and culture.’ is it not enough to meet it where it’s at as a specific piece of art belonging to a specific context from a particulare time
answer some questions and I’ll tell you what kind of straight person you would be
@martin-kartin-blartin
answer some questions and I’ll tell you what kind of straight person you would be
The existence of Ghost Hunt UK implies the existence of Ghost Hunt (insert country here). Everyone in America watches the UK version for Melanie.
“Public libraries are such important, lovely places!” Yes but do you GO there. Do you STUDY there. Do you meet friends and get coffee there. Do you borrow the FREE, ZERO SUBSCRIPTION, ZERO TRACKING books, audiobooks, ebooks, and films. Have you checked out their events and schemes. Do you sign up for the low cost courses in ASL or knitting or programming or writing your CV that they probably run. Do you know they probably have myriad of schemes to help low income families. Do you hire their low cost rooms if you need them. Have you joined their social groups. Do you use the FREE COMPUTERS. Do you even know what your library is trying to offer you. Listen, the library shouldn’t just exist for you as a nice idea. That’s why more libraries shut every year
The corruption disquiets me so, so very much. People don’t like disease, they don’t like insects, not usually, evolution has taught us that they might bite, might burrow, might feed on you until you itch, or hurt, or die.
So what does it do? It gives you something that you do want. It envelops you in an all consuming love. It wraps its filth around you in dizzying circles until you’re swept off your feet, and you want it. You want to be surrounded with the filth, you want to share its embrace, your obsession, your happiness. And the love isn’t right. It’s love, but 15° northeast, it’s ill, and diseased, and it controls you, but it doesn’t hurt you, does it? Because you are more love than you are human now, not filth, not disease, not corruption, no. Love. Love that has replaced your essence with something that is crawling, something that yearns to spread. Fuck, man.