i thought by 25 things would be better, i’d be better. but shockingly, doing nothing to improve has had mediocre results at best. i’m staying the same while everyone around me is improving. i refuse to get help, i refuse to grow. i’m stuck and i don’t want to move. i’m ruining everything good that i have and i hope i can live with that. i am throwing away my best and only real relationship i’ve ever had. i am ruining friendships. i am losing steam. i want to walk into the desert and stare at the sun. i want to have some semblance of control over my life and thoughts and feelings. i want to smash by head into a concrete wall. i want to be different but i don’t want to change. i am so angry, so broken. i want to drink and smoke until i cannot breathe. i want to choke everyone who comes near me. i want to disappear. i want to stop being so dramatic and just grow up and move on. i feel pathetic. it would be so easy to fix things, but it’d be more dramatic to give up and ruin everything.
By the Light of the Silvery Moon - 1931
im writing this email and wishing you well mama we all go to hell
the last time i went to pride a few years ago i brought one of these things and filled it to the brim with vodka and i was too busy sharing hits off the secret vodka bag with every stranger who wanted to partake to care about anything else. it became a whole bartering system where people gave me pins or lei’s or other trinkets to gain a spot in line for the secret vodka camel bag. didn’t matter what they looked like or how much clothes they wore, drag queens and leather kings and all the other ruffians got a hit from the camel bag if they had something to share, even if all they had was themselves. it was fucking disgusting. nobody had to bend down or anything because the straw was several feet long. moral of the story is at the end of the day… coexist.
the essence of pride but the soup is secret camel bag vodka
as someone who was already scared of the ocean uhhhhhh
This is a map of the range of all giraffe species. By my count that puts them in just 16 countries out of the 54 in Africa (of which 5 are island countries with no territory on the continental mainland). That’s 30%, quite a long way shy of all, and as you can see many of those countries that do have giraffes only have a tiny portion of their territory within giraffes’ habitats
Wow, I knew they weren’t in “every African country”, but I didn’t realize just how restricted their range was
So I got curious.
Still not every country, you’ll notice.




















