Being In A Relationship With A Giant Nerd Is Hard Because Youll Be Watching A Movie And Shell Be Like

Being in a relationship with a giant nerd is hard because you’ll be watching a movie and she’ll be like “Is That Porky Daniels?” And you’ll be like “who” and she’ll be like “you DONT KNOW who PORKY DANIELS IS oh MY GOD” so from then on you have to pretend you know- meanwhile you have no idea who the fuck Porky Daniels is because you never really got an answer in the first place.

need a hand?

art to me is one of the purest forms of connection with myself, other people, history, and the world. It is tactile, and inherent, it is made of trial and error. It is full of mistakes and happy accidents and learning.

The discovery that we had it backwards and that more realistic cave paintings are generally older than more abstract ones is exciting from an anthropological perspective, because it demonstrates that art movements have existed for as long as art has, but I have to imagine there’s some poor biologist out there somewhere going “you mean to tell me that our Paleolithic ancestors had the ability and means to record realistic, highly detailed depictions of contemporary flora and fauna the whole time and simply chose not to?”

my terrible daughter licked my eyelid i am still unsure motive or reasoning

There is a moment when you get the text that your top surgery consultation is confirmed that solidifies that this is real, this is happening.

This isn’t a self portrait but one day soon it’s going to be.

We are divine, our transgender selves are divine, and at the same time they are inherently woven with nature itself.

Wren I swear to god I will pay you to not pounce on me I have a migraine