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thenbywitch · 1 month
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I had possibly my favorite ever jackbox answer tonight and I didn't even get a picture
#nf
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thenbywitch · 1 month
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this is genuinely one of the best smplive bits ever to me
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thenbywitch · 1 month
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i'm literally losing my mind
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thenbywitch · 1 month
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unironically just blocked someone for tagging my post with a h*rry p*tter ship. either start using an obligatory "fuck jkr" disclaimer every time you reference it or stop referencing it and I'm not kidding.
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thenbywitch · 1 month
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ドット絵 蓮
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thenbywitch · 2 months
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#nf
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thenbywitch · 4 months
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shim el yasmin - mashrou' leila
in arabic, the second person pronoun is by necessity gendered; hamed sinno, mashrou' leila's openly gay lead singer, sings this song referencing another man
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thenbywitch · 5 months
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[writes about Jesus but it’s actually about being trans] [writes about being trans but it’s actually about Jesus]
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thenbywitch · 6 months
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on meeting the right person at the wrong time, in the wrong place, or something like that
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thenbywitch · 6 months
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thenbywitch · 6 months
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BONEDOG | by Eva H.D.
Coming home is terrible whether the dogs lick your face or not; whether you have a wife or just a wife-shaped loneliness waiting for you. Coming home is terribly lonely, so that you think of the oppressive barometric pressure back where you have just come from with fondness, because everything’s worse once you’re home.
You think of the vermin clinging to the grass stalks, long hours on the road, roadside assistance and ice creams, and the peculiar shapes of certain clouds and silences with longing because you did not want to return. Coming home is just awful.
And the home-style silences and clouds contribute to nothing but the general malaise. Clouds, such as they are, are in fact suspect, and made from a different material than those you left behind. You yourself were cut from a different cloudy cloth, returned, remaindered, ill-met by moonlight, unhappy to be back, slack in all the wrong spots, seamy suit of clothes dishrag-ratty, worn.
You return home moon-landed, foreign; the Earth’s gravitational pull an effort now redoubled, dragging your shoelaces loose and your shoulders etching deeper the stanza of worry on your forehead. You return home deepened, a parched well linked to tomorrow by a frail strand of…
Anyway…
You sigh into the onslaught of identical days. One might as well, at a time…
Well… Anyway… You’re back.
The sun goes up and down like a tired whore, the weather immobile like a broken limb while you just keep getting older. Nothing moves but the shifting tides of salt in your body. Your vision blears. You carry your weather with you, the big blue whale, a skeletal darkness.
You come back with X-ray vision. Your eyes have become a hunger. You come home with your mutant gifts to a house of bone. Everything you see now, all of it: bone.
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thenbywitch · 6 months
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You know that Ada Limón poem where she’s like “i can’t help it i love the way men love”? my dad recently confessed to me that he became a shoemaker because they buried my grandma shoeless
oh…………………………………
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thenbywitch · 6 months
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“Oh Rascal Children of Gaza,” by Palestinian poet, Khaled Juma, 2014
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thenbywitch · 7 months
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thenbywitch · 7 months
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having so much love in your heart is beautiful and amazing right up until you’re alone in your bedroom clutching at your chest and whimpering like a wounded dog
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thenbywitch · 7 months
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i love when words fit right. seize was always supposed to be that word, and so was jester. tuesday isn't quite right but thursday should be thursday, that's a good word for it. daisy has the perfect shape to it, almost like you're laughing when you say it; and tulip is correct most of the time. while keynote is fun to say, it's super wrong - i think they have to change the label for that one. but fox is spot-on.
most words are just, like, good enough, even if what they are describing is lovely. the night sky is a fine term for it but it isn't perfect the way november is the correct term for that month.
it's not just in english because in spanish the phrase eso si que es is correct, it should be that. sometimes other languages are also better than the english words, like how blue is sloped too far downwards but azul is perfect and hangs in the air like glitter. while butterfly is sweet, i think probably papillion is more correct, although for some butterflies féileacán is much better. year is fine but bliain is better. sometimes multiple languages got it right though, like how jueves and Πέμπτη are also the right names for thursday. maybe we as a species are just really good at naming thursdays.
and if we were really bored and had a moment and a picnic to split we could all sit down for a moment and sort out all the words that exist and find all the perfect words in every language. i would show you that while i like the word tree (it makes you smile to say it), i think arbor is correct. you could teach me from your language what words fit the right way, and that would be very exciting (exciting is not correct, it's just fine).
i think probably this is what was happening at the tower of babel, before the languages all got shifted across the world and smudged by the hand of god. by the way, hand isn't quite right, but i do like that the word god is only 3 letters, and that it is shaped like it is reflecting into itself, and that it kind of makes your mouth move into an echoing chapel when you cluck it. but the word god could also fit really well with a coathanger, and i can't explain that. i think donut has (weirdly) the same shape as a toothbrush, but we really got bagel right and i am really grateful for that.
grateful is close, but not like thunder. hopefully one day i am going to figure out how to shape the way i love my friends into a little ceramic (ceramic is very good, almost perfect) pot and when they hold it they can feel the weight of my care for them. they can put a plant in there. maybe a daisy.
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thenbywitch · 8 months
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yoooo guys these wings my dad made look INSANE i can’t wait to try them tomorrow
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