lu | 22 | she/her | really. this blog. why?
Last post touching on the Hawaii situation:
Please disregard reporting that puts tourism front and center of this story. Lahaina is so much more than a tourist attraction. It is so so culturally significant and historic and fucking important. The islands are more than a tourist attraction and the residents deserve to be seen as fucking people. Please.
(via coolbeanscoolbeans)
[hesitantly touching a girl’s shaved legs] who did this to you…
(via wutheringdyke)
not binary or non-binary but a secret third thing
this is a joke post obvs but it is also legitimately how i feel about it. i’m a girl, and a trans woman in polite conversation, but i dont really identify as binary and nor do i identify with non-binary or the ‘demigirl’ label
i’m a girl, but in many ways also a girl-like entity, or perhaps girl-adjacent
also whatever gender your average cis woman has i want absolutely no part in so jot that down
this is actually my best gender post. i am in fact a girlish being of sorts
(via winter-in-wonderland)
“Tomato girl” “strawberry girl” this girl that girl. Stop trying to be an anything girl, girl. Embrace the ephemeral. Be something and don’t give it a name. Secrets cannot be sold back to you.
(via winter-in-wonderland)
I love you friend discord server I love you inside jokes I love you silly nicknames I love you supportive messages in one channel and threats of violence slash affectionate in another i love you matching statuses I love you voice chat I love you encouraging each other to pursue happiness and creativity I love you roadtrip to pick everyone up plans and most of all I love you friends <3
(via dapper-nahrwhale)
Butchered Tongue is so….
There’s something painful about being completely cut off from the culture of your ancestors. You know that there was once a connection there but its gone now and you have no idea how to get it back. You’re just stuck wondering when and why things didn’t get passed on to your parent or grandparent. Why did they let you assimilate?
Knowing that if your grandparents went to participate in your lost culture, they would be reclaiming it. But somewhere in the generations there is a point where it crosses from reclaiming your culture to being a tourist. And you’re pretty sure that you fall directly on the other side of that line.
All you get is an heirloom or two, and a surname no one can pronounce. And that’s it’s you’re lucky.
Hozier really said “aight imma write an album that requires PhDs in linguistics, Irish history, and sociology to understand, as well as the emotional vulnerability to cry and the desire to lay facedown in the dirt for several hours” and then dropped Unreal Unearth
Every time I see someone reduce hoziers new album to good omens fodder I want to drive to their homes and ask if it’s hard being so unaware of the entire fuckin world outside of making your blorbos kiss
