we’re gonna be ok btw
it’s ok if you’re scared. or tired. or unsure. or one million billion other complicated emotions at once. but i’ve decided things are going to be ok anyway. and i will hold that belief close to my heart no matter how scared or tired or lonely or depressed or one million billion other things i am. i will hold onto that. and if you’re scared, you can hold onto me. we can carry each other through
i mean this completely seriously but… a cup of coffee can save your life a little, a shower can save your life a little, making your favorite meal can save your life a little…….little things actually add up to really big things in the long run if you let them, the secret to surviving everyday is infusing a little bit of magic into the mundane i truly believe that
oh god I got a picture of the moon you tumblr bitches are gonna LOVE
The Bisexual and Transgender pride flags colour picked from literally the most beautiful image of the moon ever
i want to be a sweet and friendly girl but there’s all this anxiety. and the horrors
and rage
yeah and also the rage
“I miss you more than I remember you.”
— Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous
anyone else grieving & mourning & lamenting & kicked apart by nostalgia & going silently about their lives?
when i have a crush i dont kick my feet or twirl my hair instead i am in my kitchen at 3am pacing in circles with my hands clasped behind my back like a middle-aged divorced detective haunted by a cold case he just cant crack
we are so fucking back baby
what if you went into a bar and the bartender was a fungus-girl and when she gave you your drink she said “you seem like a really fungi!” only some of her spores broke off in the drink and when they reached your stomach they started growing and spreading and entering your bloodstream and at last one reached your brain stem where it planted itself firmly and then your own body started acting against your will and you hiked and you climbed to a very tall place, far above all the foliage, and at last the fungi burst out of your eyes, sprouting into a thousand different intricate colors, and before long a bird girl showed up and started poking at your flesh and you realize in your last moments that this is what it’s all about, you were always meant to join the chain of life only as a single link in some monstrous fungi’s reproductive cycle—and before you can even scream the bird girl plucks your head off with her beak. and and and what if it were like a sexual thing
the crazy thing about this is that it took one sentence to ruin this post. this could've been a normal post about how hot it would be to be taken over by the spores of a fungusgirl and be turned into a vehicle for her spores to spread. coulda taken the high road and peppered in some facts about well known endoparasitic fungi of arthropods like Cordyceps or Beauveria. but you described the effects of the helminth Leucochloridium paradoxum, a common parasite of amber snails and not a fungus at all. don't pretend this isn't whats going on either i know the drill. you're tricking thousands of people into reblogging a post about metacercaria and not spores at all. was the concept of a flatwormgirl not appealing enough for your post. did you have to slander fungusgirls for clout
