If you’re the praying type, please say a prayer for me. If you’re not, at least send me some good vibes. It’s been a… rough weekend.
I saw someone fly backwards off a treadmill today and I was laughing so hard I fell off the crosstrainer which made the girl next to me laugh so hard that she slipped off hers and it was 7:30 in the morning and there were just 3 of us sitting on the floor of the gym crying with laughter and in varying degrees of pain
queer authors: make all your characters queer. every single one of them. leave no room for alternate cishet interpretations. make straight people uncomfortable. let them cry about how unrealistic it is that no one is cishet. bottle their tears and pour them over your morning pancakes. savor the taste of their discomfort.
What do we say to the god of death?
- Persephone: knock knock
- Hades: who's there?
- Persephone: it's September hope you're ready to bang like a screen door in a hurricane