obsessed with mass market paperbacks. their pleasing rectangular proportions. how they fit badly in a hoodie pocket so you can drag them around everywhere with you like a temporary little buddy. the way they fit in your hand because they're MADE for human hands and not as bookshelf decoration. the way the pages feel when you riffle them gently with your thumb. How pristine and crisp they look when you get them and how creased and folded they look when you're done, even if you try to be nice to them. how that wear is okay, how that's correct actually, because they're made with the philosophy that books aren't meant to be PRETTY, they're meant to be read. that little ripple new ones get on the left side from where you hold them when you're reading, the way the ripple only goes as far as you've read, because u change stories by reading as they are changing you. how you can find thousands of these creased and folded and loved little dudes in every thrift store and used book shop and neighborhood library and you can instantly see the ones that someone carried around in a backpack for weeks or read to pieces or gave up on halfway through because they wear being read like fresh snow wears footprints. I love these poorly made, subpar little rectangles so much. truly the people's books.
friends
other things that have been censored on the cdc website by the trump administration are included but not limited to:
guidelines for prep
guide to taking patient sexual history
sti treatment guidelines
the CDC Youth Risk Behavior Survey Data Summary & Trends Report
a health education analysis tool
reports on queer youth
reports on substance abuse
a 2025 report on health equity for intersex people
intimate partner violence prevention resources
sexual violence violence prevention resources
a cdc national partner violence survey
again, all of those things are being archived here. you can read them and share them. in fact we should talk about them even more than we wouldve before- make this counterproductive for them
Ok fine, I’ll make one of these too
Please interact:
lgbtq+ people, aspiring marine biologists, people who have pins on their backpack, tired people, dog people, bookworms, bakers, folks who don’t own boats, canadians, people who wear bucket hats, anyone that doesn’t live in wyoming, those with niche interests, people that do theatre, mutuals (<3), embroiderers, artists, people that had an obsession with egyptian gods at some point, atheists, people who put the Hamilton playlist on shuffle, cool folks
“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”
— Melissa Cox
approximation does not sound like what it means and it makes me angry
like, it sounds like it should mean something like precise
but it doesn’t
it’s a deceiver
the fact that is impossible for me, in one life, to study classical studies, archaeology, international relations, all the literature in the world, get a languages degree in italian, german, greek, latin, russian and french; learn how to play the violin and also piano, cello, guitar and the flute; learn how to sing, both modern singing and classical singing/opera; is my villain origin story.
all im asking for is a good life. im a simple girl with simple needs. i just want to live in a small cottage or a mansion full of art, it doesn’t matter which. i just want to be surrounded by art. art like the warm scents of wild flowers, the smell of soil, the varying colors of the earth which its flowers bear, and art like the wide fields where i want to run through with my lover hand in hand, like there’s no tomorrow. again, im a simple girl with simple needs, with a need for art.
me: *finishes a book*
me: it's time to go on tumblr and reblog every post about the book
I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.
i lack the basic functioning skills of a normal human being
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