right now, in a white room somewhere in the united states, several people in lab coats are showing this video to a 2 year old boy, in an attempt to create an internet supersolider to take down antifa
thinking about when I TAed for the lichen class at our university and sometimes we’d find two really common lichen species (from the same genus) oozing together so they fused into one lichen with one half being green and the other half being blue or brown or something because they are Soups Of Creatures On A Branch In A Parking Lot and have no regard for what we think a correct organism should act like. may all our boxes be broken and all our rules be challenged etc etc I think
– Alida Nugent, "You Don't Have to Like Me: Essays on Growing Up, Speaking Out, and Finding Feminism"
[TEXT ID: "You still crave lemonade, but the taste doesn’t satisfy you as much as it used to. You still crave summer, but sometimes you mean summer, five years ago. You remember your umbrella, you check up on people to see if they got home, you leave places early to go home and make toast." END ID]
he stood with wailing tempest
against the unjust world
as if a howling protest
could bring insanity to sense
he thought the problem
was they couldn’t
he saw how clearly
that they could
his heart broke by their simple truth
not couldn’t but wouldn’t
and i repeat myself happy birthday to silver fox sirius black you’re having breakfast with your husband and all of your family (including your grandkids) are gonna come to your house with a big fuck ass cake with the number 64 on it and they are singing happy birthday to you and remus kisses you and you blow the candles and you are a fucking sexy (and alive) old man