Look At The Cute Ornament Which Came In The Mail Perfectly On Time For The Last Night Of Chanukah!!!

Elvis Presley in “Jailhouse Rock” (1957)

Vince Everett has me flippin’, I’m telling you.

My darling, sending you the biggest hug across the universe today 💕 You are not alone.

Christi!!! ;___; (sorry for having a mental breakdown on main because I've apparently hit oversaturation with the things I have seen on here)

my sweetheart 💗 thank you very much, I send that hug back so tightly through all the stars, and you're such a blessing amongst them.

lovely 1916 halloween illustration

playin catch

the thing I have been wrestling with relentlessly is the heartbreak of discovering that my entire worldview and political identity was built on a lie of intersectional solidarity. i know that this solidarity was always aspirational in many ways, and that we all fell short in reality. but to learn that the movement I have spent my entire adult life supporting doesn’t just “fall short” when it comes to jews, but that we are explicitly and insidiously excluded from the circle of progressive moral concern has been devastating. I literally don’t know where to go from here. but I know it has brought me into contact with the unbroken line of my people going back to sinai. we are still here.

dean in random episodes because i miss him so much ↳ 1x12

“I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again. I want more landmarks, less landmines. I want to be grateful but I’m having a hard time with it.”

— Richard Siken, Editor’s Pages: Black Telephone

Marilyn Monroe at the Plaza Hotel Fountain in New York City (1957). Photo by Sam Shaw.

things which have occurred over the past few weeks other than the irrevocable heartbreak the fear the shattering of hope and idealism and belonging the unending despair the not sleeping not eating dropping to an extremely low weight strands of hair suddenly turning white in my 30s due to stress of it all:

some of you know my mom has been very ill and had an excruciating reaction to a procedure which led to a serious cancer scare. it took two weeks to get the biopsy results back, and they'd pretty much convinced us to prepare for the worst. when they finally called back, she left me this note:

so that is a massive relief and blessing and we are very, very thankful for it, and grateful to those of you who knew and kept her in your prayers.

received this little felt and cotton haunted friend in the mail, but don't know who she is from!:

reached the Yentl chapter of My Name is Barbra (just ahead of its anniversary on the 18th, though i haven't finished this section yet), and everything about it feels more important and affirming than ever.

there are certain things that once you have no man can take away, no wave can wash away, no wind can blow away.