GO VOTE BLUE IN NOVEMBER OR WE GET PROJECT 2025.

Victoria Chang, Obit

drew over something i wrote for a class and liked :] sorry the cars are lowkey ugly, its because I fucking hate cars and cant be bothered to learn what they look like beyond ominous hunks of metal

edit: transcript of the poem by itself under the cut

6 Tips for Crossing the Road

Look both ways

The road is for cars. 

Make sure to look for them before crossing. Even when you have the right of way, cars have a lot of safety features and you have none. 

Use designated crosswalks 

The road is for cars. 

So is the crosswalk but, under brief and temporary conditions, you can use it too! Never jaywalk, never walk in the road, just hope there is a clear and functional sidewalk. 

Cross at the light

The road is for cars. 

There are rules and signs for them, but that can only go so far. Walk quickly and hold your breath and hope that the light doesn't turn. Make eye contact with drivers as their cars teem with potential energy, rumbling with disdain at the inconvenience of your crossing. Try to ignore the cloud of exhaust that you are in and they are above. 

Leash your pets

The road is for cars. 

Obviously. 

To you, it may be natural to sacrifice so much space to them but to your dog, it is not. His instinct is to explore freely. You must curb it. Modern US car models have such high hoods that the average child, let alone dog, is obscured. Even on the sidewalk, hold the leash tight because the sidewalk (if you are so blessed) is next to the street and the threat still looms.

Look out for road kill

The road is for cars. 

And no one was there to leash the deer. 

Or the raccoon. 

Or the cat. 

Did you know that the most reliable sample method for wildlife in an area is looking at the roadkill? 

Remember these tips

The road is for cars. 

Cars are everywhere. In the city. In the suburbs. In the country. In the woods (the US Forest Service manages more roads than the entire Ministry of Transit in China.) Cars are everywhere because there are roads to bring them there, which is great if you are a car and want to get from place to place fast without worrying about the in-between. 

Unfortunately, you are not a car. 

You are an animal. 

You are in-between. 

So remember to look both ways. 

being self aware suuuucks like yeah this thought pattern/behavior is stupid and pointless and a symptom. i know this. [does it anyways

Private Practice 05x22: 'Gone, Baby, Gone'.

And that’s the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and stolen stares It’s born from just one single glance But it dies and it dies and it dies A million little times

but in "one breath" when mulder gives scully her necklace back

what if it had still been around his neck. what if he had been wearing it. what if he had been standing there before her, tugging it out from under his sweater where it had been resting against his chest, unclasping it and handing it to her, his fingertips gently brushing the skin of her palm.

and she's holding it, feeling it still warm from the heat of his body, and she understands he's been carrying it close to his heart the entire time, carrying her with him everywhere he went. she meets his eyes and sees the relief that still holds the traces of his broken heart, of so much fear and despair it takes her breath away.

he knows she can see it and he doesn't care because she's back, and nothing else matters. the world ended and then pulsed back into life, and they can go back to pretending later; he knows they will, because this is too big. he won't lose her again, so they'll return to where it's safe. but he knows she knows now, knows that she's become a part of him, and maybe that's okay.

she puts the cross back around her own neck, and he's a part of her too now. the lingering warmth of his skin is seeping into her own, that small metal cross as the conduit between them, and it's an affirmation of something she isn't ready to admit either. but it's there. it will always be there now. humming just underneath the surface. and for now, that's enough.

Farewell online privacy

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me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit

mushroom: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

me cocking the gun, tears streaming down my face: I’M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU