I am tired and miserable and I feel bad about it, because I don’t want to upset my grandparents or worry them. :/

"Listening to the timbre of the conversations at the Dane County Farmers Market, one of the largest in the country, you’d think the topic was vaccination or Gaza. “What exactly is in this scone?” “Are your emus happy? How much space do they have to roam free?” “When you say ‘flour’ on the label, what kind of flour is that?”

Yet food pantries remain full of the same canned pumpkin and expired boxed meals they always have. Obese people are shamed and told what to eat, while people deemed skinny enough to have an eating disorder are also shamed for not taking care of their “health.” There is a serious disconnect here that should tell anyone who’s paying attention that this is not about justice or health in any form––it is about vanity.

When asking the server how the animal being served was prepared, no one seems to wonder whether that server has basic health insurance or whether that server is affected by the fact that the restaurant industry has one of the highest rates of sexual harassment and lowest rates of pay. When waxing poetic about the “salt of the Earth” farmers from which they buy their unpasteurized milk, no one seems to worry that an estimated 10 percent of American farm workers are children. When pearl-clutching over the things we “don’t know” about GMOs, as Kavin pointed out, no one seems to be concerned about their presence in groceries found at Price Rite––only products sold at Whole Foods."


When you open your eyes during a prayer… by Marcus Johns

I’m at the hotel with my gram so I have internet for the night, but from this point onward my internet access is gonna be sporadic for a while… :T

Prince of Egypt (1998)

“Many nights we’ve prayed with no proof anyone could hear. In our hearts a hopeful song we barely understood. Now we are not afraid, although we know there’s much to fear. We were moving mountains long before we knew we could.”
Ah, that’s okay! After much finagling, I managed to get it done. :/

Ah, that’s okay! After much finagling, I managed to get it done. :/

Paying the internet bill is going to be hard when my computer fucking bluescreens the second I turn it one >:T

Gotta take care of the internet, and then pack and clean all day with my gram. :T


No sugardaddies. No sugar mamas. No sugarbabies. Full socialism in romantic relationships. There are only sugarcomrades.


Dolly Kei head dresses, from Grimoire.