the power of just reacting to things with “whatever.” insurmountable

new drug just dropped. saying “whatever” to things & letting them pass through me & moving on w my life bc time is my most prized possession. would recommend trying it

i ended up liking how gendered french is solely because i can say that i want people to use he/him pronouns for me the same way they use it for angels, blood and blunts

i asked a trans friend to give me her fem version of this and she said that people should use she/her with her the same way they use it for the sea, flesh and stuffed toys

I don’t speak French but I speak Spanish and I’m nonbinary so the whole gendered language thing is… difficult. I couldn’t get this post out of my head and so I wrote a poem. It's a first draft but i just had to get it out there

It’s called “Masculino como el amor, femenino como la espada”

Si tienes que usar
el masculino conmigo,
usa el masculino cómo lo usas
para el azúcar
para el lobo
el amor
y el mar.
Pero si tienes que usar el femenino,
úsalo cómo lo usas
para la tierra
para la anaconda
la guerra
y la mar.
Llámame masculino cómo el día
cómo el melocotón
el pecho
y el cometa.
O, llámame femenino cómo la noche
cómo la piedra
la leche
y la mano.
Masculino cómo el viento,
femenino cómo la tormenta.
El hueso, la sangre.
El mito, la magia.
El sol, la luna.
Si tienes que usar el masculino conmigo,
o si tienes que usar el femenino,
llámame femenino con la boca y la lengua
o llámame masculino con los dientes y los pulmones.
O
si puedes
llámame por mi nombre.
Llámame
yo.

Translation: Masculine like love, feminine like the sword

If you have to use
the masculine for me,
use the masculine like you use it
for sugar
for the wolf
love
and the sea.
But if you have to use the feminine,
use it like you use it
for earth
for the anaconda
war
and the Sea.
Call me masculine like the day
like the peach
the chest
and the comet.
Or, call me feminine like the night
like the stone
the milk
and the hand.
Masculine like the wind,
feminine like the storm.
The bone, the blood.
The myth, the magic.
The sun, the moon.
If you have to use the masculine for me,
or if you have to use the feminine,
call me feminine
with your mouth and your tongue
or call me masculine with your teeth and your lungs.
Or
if you can
call me by my name.
Call me
myself.

Whimsical switch plates by Leandra Drumm

It's only a passing thing, this shadow.

Winona Ryder photographed by Mario Sorrenti for AnOther Magazine (Spring/Summer 2006)

if you want add in the tags where you're from and what kind of job it was! i've been thinking about this and i'm very curious

please reblog for a bigger sample size etc etc

being on this website as it gets worse really makes me understand what it feels like to be a highly specialized species suffering under habitat destruction

The X Files 30th Anniversary Celebration
Day 3. Favourite Character: Dana Scully

licherally cannot explain to adults these days that im actually so cool with the idea of being “just an employee” somewhere as long as i am paid enough to live comfortably and i also like the job. “but dont you want to be rich?? dont you want to always be striving for more???” like that sounds EXHAUSTING and i like having friends so

Hey, stop scrolling for a minute. How are you doing? You okay? Come and sit down with me in the kitchen for a bit. It’s a warm day, the radio is playing all the oldies, the door is open and we can hear the birds. I’ll stick the kettle on. Do you take milk? Sugar? I’m baking some bread today, do you want to help? Or you can just sit and keep me company if you like. You can tell me everything that’s been going on. Or you could info dump about your favourite thing or tv show, I’d love to hear about the things you like. Or you can just sit at the table if you want, you could paint or draw or play animal crossing whilst I go about the kitchen and we can pass the time of day in contended quietness. Because you’re safe here. You can stay as long as you like and you can always come back. Everything will be okay, darling, you’ll see.