The earth is unbounded; surface-less, sweetshelled nut flesh frothing fragrant foam - and we, my inconsolate, are that sharp surf falling, like oracle bones, with birds about in timed spindrift suspension, perfect stenographers of virtue.
there’s another trans woman at work, and i was in a rush when i met her, but she still managed to hit me with “our numbers grow!”, “pronouns?”, and “happy pride!” all within about six seconds. like yeah i clocked you too, now shut up about it
I seriously hate when people try to interact with cars. You should see a car and it should not even register to you that a rational minded living creature is behind the wheel. You should treat all cars as what they are: Killdozers
One time when i was a baby i was getting shade matched at Ulta and the lady getting my shade said, while applying foundation to my face, "You know you're smiling, right?"
very true, and a big part of the problem is the people who identify with that often dont realize this and project it onto others in a very degendering and transmisogynistic way. i think these two tumblr posts describe the phenomenon quite accurately
As a native New Yorker it really irks me to see people going into the deli and looking at the menu. It's a quick way to out yourself as a transplant. Real New Yorkers just know what ingerdients delis have and order something without looking at the menu.