When You Are Just Hanging Out

every girl should make out with alternate timeline versions of themselves

who wants to stay in bed all day with me!!!!!!!!!

YAAAAAAAAYYYYYY THANK YOUUUUUUUUU <3 <3 <3

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should i make a post that's like. a script for USA folks talking to relatives and acquaintances about Palestine.

cause i think part of the answer is changing public opinion. if even 10% of the people in USA who are horrified by this genocide happening were able to convince ONE other person, that would be enormous.

so many people are being fed lies by facebook

fucking mood

Highlights of the day

oh my gods.

CAPITALISM REALLY WAS THE BAD GUY ALL ALONG

Something something brennan's building up of, over the three Calamity series, an overarching story of how liberal capitalist institutions lay the foundations for fascist elements to infiltrate and take over society, preying on preexisting socioeconomic inequalities, exploitation, and dissatisfaction within those liberal institutions to install fascist dictatorships which push racial violence (up to and including genocide), theocratic justification and mass forced labor extraction in the form of literal concentration camps and perpetual war as a means to both maintain their existence and spread it past their current bounds. And how the only way to defeat these fascistic institutions is through local, grassroots, community-oriented efforts of resistence that slowly chip away at the powers of control until mass action can be taken that crumbles these institutions to the ground something something

real.

trans girls are the favourites of the gods.

i’m loving being trans so much lately that i don’t even wish i was born a girl anymore. this is just actually better

...fuck.

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

Those who don't appreciate Clara at her worst don't deserve her at her worster <3

everyone’s always like aw man sorry that you brought your friend back to life and she came back wrong and twelve’s like >:| bc clara’s exactly the same as she always was