Geological horror. You find a geode and crack it open and the crystal lining its walls is human blood that can't be genetically matched to anyone. You find a human skeleton but every one of the bones is made from rock, a rock that you know can't be whittled into those shapes. You find layers of clay and loam that sport ancient fossils at the top and the still-rotting corpses of modern animals at the bottom.
When I die want want someone to dissect my body so they can turn my bones into a sword, give the remaining bones to the local cryptids and goblins and my flesh and organs to be returned to the earth and given to wild animals for food
and words are futile devices
me
Gosh I'm really fat
I've been thinking a lot about suicide lately. I know I won't act on it, but I just hate myself so much. I really need to lose weight again. Sorry, I just needed to tell someone.
If I told you someone was murdered in a high school bathroom, and the school did nothing to help, and the murderers were only suspended for two weeks, there would be a fucking uprising. A riot.
so why is it that nobody cares as soon as it’s the two-spirited (sorry for the prev mistake) kid?
The people who want to do something about it are scared, because it could have so easily been them. It’s still possible for it to be them.
because the murder won’t stop unless people start speaking up and saying that what happened was wrong.
We have to fight back, for Nex and for all of us. Because if we don’t speak up now, we could be silenced forever.
Rest in power, Nex
edit because apparently I have to do this: haters and people blaming Nex for their death and people deadnaming and misgendering in the comments I will remove your comments and then block you so stop
i love pictures of the international space station which are just completely overexposed because that is just.. unequivocally an angel.
I really wish I had an Aztec Death Whistle