listen. aging into your thirties rocks. yes your joints get a little creaky. yes you can’t sleep in a pretzel on the floor anymore after a concert or a convention. and you lose some friends. but the thing is that you sort out who your real friends are and you sort out who you really are. and you get to see your friends settling into careers they like, and adopt new dogs and cats, and you find a job you can stand, and get really good at arts and crafts, and maybe that book you loved as a kid gets a movie deal and it doesn’t suck, and you learn to like new food and bake your own bread, and you realize that the great portfolio of self harm scars you all used to curate are going white with age and not updated, and half your friends are a different gender now and so much happier and maybe you are too, and you know who you are, and that it’s a journey and not a revelation. it’s a direction you’re headed, and you’re enjoying the trip.

reaching your 30′s rocks. and i’m hearing good things about what comes next, too.

i am looking into your eyes, i am holding your hand. i absolutely promise.

if you can just live long enough, your soul will build your body into a home. you will live there and you will find a way to be at peace. it’s worth the time and it’s worth the work. i promise.

Your soul will build your body into a home.

literally

I finally feel like I’m who IIIIII want to be

teens was growing up

twenties was me learning how to be an adult and trying to be who other people thought I should be AND who I thought I should be

thirties is just me being who I’ve finally figured out that I am

and it’s taken good and tough struggle and work to get here, but I fucking love it now

nothing is perfect, and there are still goals and dreams I’m working towards, but everything I am every day? it’s all unreservedly me now

wanna hear a wild story? my brother’s history professor is closing in on 80 and basically lives at the university. one night my brother visited him for a meeting, and it came up that my brother was gonna be performing as a court jester at the castle the following day. and his professor busts out: “ah, that reminds me of my youth!”

he then proceeded to tell the tale of when he and his friends went backpacking to greece back in their early 20s. then one day they found themselves completely penniless. so they decided that the only reasonable thing to do was to set up acrobatic shows in skimpy outfits on the beach at day, and then drink up the money at night.

after a week or so they gained some traction, and a gang of young greek men walked up to them like “hey y’all are cool as hell, can we join y’all for drinks tonight?” and my brother’s professor was like “of course! y’all have to wear these revealing outfits and do somersaults with us tho” and the greek gang said “sounds dope. y’all are invited to live with us for however long y’all want.”

anyhow, they proceeded to live like this for the better part of 3 months, doing shows, drinking, and sleeping at the greek gang’s apartment. but after a while they decided enough was enough, and said thank you for everything, but we’re going back to sweden now. and the greeks said “sure! love y’all have a safe trip xx”

half a year later my brother’s professor gets contacted by the greek police. they ask him about the months they spent in greece, and then informs him that their greek friends have been convicted of serial homicide and robbery. that the group of young greek men had joined up with several tourist groups for several years “for drinks”, and then killed and robbed them all, terrorising the beach city for several years. with one exception, of course, because “this one group of swedish acrobats in slutty strongman suits were just ‘so damn nice’”.

and that’s the story of how one swedish history university professor survived sharing a flat with a group of serial killers for several months by performing acrobatics in slutty outfits on the beach. moral of the story? be kind of heart, thicc of ass.

This has no right being this fucking funny

This is Dendrocephalus proeliator, the rare fairy shrimp that I co-discovered in 2019. This is a mature male in a 1/4 teaspoon. They are found only in certain soils in central Florida and they refuse to hatch unless they have their special soil chemistry intact

I hope you don't mind I doodled your fairy shrimp?

imagine my girl Eve not eating that damn fruit but a shroom instead

Clean the mold out of your reusable water bottle including the cap and straw

Mold poisoning will kill you and has a high chance of causing severe hallucinations and nightmares while it's doing it. My final message goodbye

Oh, hey, yea that's a good reminder! Wait a second tho

A year or so ago I saw someone who studies bacteria on food surfaces talking about how she never ever uses a water bottle for longer than 2 days without washing it with hot water and soap or running it through the dishwasher and I've become really adamant about it ever since. Everyone has enough water bottles to keep them cycling through the dishwasher and in use.

Also please don't die.

Yup to all of this, but also, if you read this and went “lol, I have too much ADHD for that - do you know how many water bottles I would actually need to buy?”

I need you to listen closely, right now

Yes, you might, in fact, need to buy a mountain of water bottles

“But the plastic-”

There comes times when disability, sustainability best practices, and your health cannot co-exist

And you cannot stop being disabled

You might need to not only buy a mountain of water bottles, but also keep prepackaged single use water bottles for emergencies when every surface of your house is covered in reusable water bottles that haven’t been cleaned, and you find yourself asking “what’s the harm in using this one for one more day?” for the seventh day in a row

Or going “well, I’m not that thirsty anyway” and stopping drinking water altogether

Don’t make yourself ill holding yourself to standards you cannot meet

my favorite thing about this post is all the people who chose to use the default icon defending themselves in the notes like no stop it just put a picture up

Loving this energy

*wipes tear* they learn tumblr culture so fast . . . the spite . . . the malicious compliance of it all . . . I'm so proud

sorry to like. care. on main but the whole thing with tiktok trying to steal and repackage and commercialize goncharov is kind of a perfect metaphor for mainstream media turning things done in earnest for enjoyment’s sake into shitty inauthentic backwash for money and attention. anyway tiktok shouldve been the app to die stop monetizing everything