QueerGalaxies

gluko-basano:

I mean sex is fine but have you ever nap with someone hugging you?

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

vikingofficial:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

skinnyismyhome:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

it’s only an unpaid internship if you don’t steal enough office supplies

Stealing is wrong

You mean unpaid internships? I agree

Go for the printer toner. It’s worth more than gold

Fantastic advice

dietsodaz:

plntboy:

ven diagram ideas: one circle says gays. one circle catholics. in the middle it says “sexual guilt and dramatic aesthetics”

thebootydiaries:

me: i love this band

someone 30-40 years older than me: they’ve been around for awhile you just getting into them?

me: why didn’t you prevent vietnam?

walking-intospiderwebs:

sapphixxx:

sapphixxx:

I bought a couple gay stickers at the farmers market today and after complimenting my clothes and talking a bit the vendor told me to take her card and send her an email saying hi

My Dumb Lesbian Brain: but maybe she says that to everyone as a formality

UPDATE: DID IT

heck yeah. shoot your shot girl!!!!

a-fragile-sort-of-anarchy:

My new meds make my skin throw a fit. It’s not terribly bad, just a few things here and there, but it’s bumming me out because I’ve never really had too many run-ins with acne.

My four-year-old sister, however, is under the impression that it’s just “3D freckles”, and that they look very, very pretty. She wants all of my freckles to “pop out”, especially the ones across my nose; they’re her favourite.

And it puts me in this weird position where I can’t say, “No, this is acne, and it’s bad,” because I don’t want to teach her that it’s a bad to have unclear skin, you know?

Because the more I think about interactions I have with children, the more I realise that children will consistently compliment “flaws” until they’ve been taught not to.

Like, a kid at the library, whose sister has vitiligo, saw my scars once and suggested that his sister and I should be cats for Halloween, since I have “tabby skin” and she has “calico skin”. “I can be a black cat,” he immediately added. “It’s not AS cool, but they’re the spookiest.”

When I started losing weight, my little brother immediately demanded that I gain it back, because I wasn’t as comfortable to cuddle with anymore.

And my other little sister always wants to wear her paint-stained clothes to school so that “everyone can tell [she’s] an artist”.

I don’t know. I guess talking to little kids just reminds me that all of this superficial shit we worry about really is 100% made up.

downtroddendeity:

prokopetz:

One of my favourite historical phenomena is technology that’s based on a totally off-the-wall theory about how the world works, but ends up being sort of effective because it’s close enough. Like those old-timey plague doctor masks, whose enormous beaks are an enclosed breathing apparatus stuffed full of dried aromatic herbs on the theory that disease is communicated by the odour of decay – which is completely wrong, of course, but the masks ended up being reasonable effective at their purpose anyway because it turns out that sticking a big wad of dried plant matter in front of your airway is a pretty effective way to avoid inhaling aerosolised bodily fluids.

My favorite is the fact that scurvy was cured, and then un-cured because a bunch of perfectly sensible and intelligent people didn’t know what a vitamin was.