Not to turn mental illness into relatable content but is there anything more hilarious then spending an entire day vamping up to do something like spending ALL day thinking about it and putting it off and dreading it and then you finally, FINALLY do it and it takes 6 seconds and you realize that was your whole day plan
as a procrastinating overachiever i feel like i don’t necessarily “half-ass” things, it’s more like a “3/4 ass”. like overall did i do pretty well? yeah. did i reach my maximum potential though? i think the fuck Not.
i wonder how many “hey guys are super hot no homo tho hahaha” type guys would identify as bisexual if male bisexuality was talked about more often and not like… ignored and forgotten about
I had a strongly Christian underclassman tell me that he and his girlfriend would both be a bit into boys and girls, respectively, if it was more accepted. He nervously described himself as bicurious when he spoke to me, an openly bi guy. I was thinking out loud and mentioned that I thought that being bicurious… wasn’t necessarily a thing, for lack of a better phrase, because if someone was attracted to the same gender, even if they’re attracted more to another one, they’re still bi. He kind of looked surprised and said, “oh. I guess I’m bi then.”
Let men and boys be bi. Encourage men and boys to explore their sexualities. Don’t tell them off for being affectionate, whether platonically or not, and don’t insist that they’re gay.
moment of genuine kinship with the man who noticed me applying lip chap while bagging my groceries as he took out his lip chap and applied as he walked by
truly the most genuine moment of compassion with a strange man has been when he met my eyes and motioned his lip chap in a cheers motion. forever my brother in arms
The full rotation of the Moon as seen by NASA’s Lunar Reconnaissance Orbiter.
When I was a kid my mum had one of those great big oversized Reader’s Digest World Atlases you still see pop up in thrift stores from time to time, and, fun fact, at the time our edition had been published, a few years before my birth, we had not yet orbited the back of the moon, and so while the front of the moon was shown in great detail (humanity having studied it for tens of thousands of years), the far side, the dark side of the moon, the side that is permanently facing away from us, that side was mostly just blank, with a very few details around the edges that we are able to see from here due to the slight wobble.
Seeing the dark side of the moon is that recent to us, as a species. And here it is, just another thing to pause on for a moment, and smile at, and go, “Neat!” before we scroll on to something else.
The present blows my mind, sometimes. I kind of love it.
