Love is the Law, Love Under Will

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare

Caitlin Moran (via artvevo)

full house, (season six episode seventeen) silence is not golden - in this episode, stephanie is paired with charles, a classmate she really hates, for a school project. when steph gets in trouble for not taking out the trash, charles thinks that she is going to get beaten, and stephanie finds out that charles is being abused by his father, which is why he acts so rude at school. charles makes stephanie swear that she won’t tell anyone, but she later tells jesse, who reports the abuse. this, to me, is honestly one of the saddest full house episodes - but it raises awareness, too. 

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aloofshahbanou:

not interested in politics that don’t incorporate love

not interested in the anaesthetisation of politics

not interested in theory sans emotion 

let’s use our feelings to talk about power

let’s use our feelings to fuck up power

what the fuck are you waiting for

learn how to cry again

learn how to scream again

pour yourself into things

bleed onto things

fuck shit up

let’s get visceral

don’t let dead men with books hold your heart hostage

Nah but seriously I never understand how people are so fucking disgusted by smegma like don’t get me wrong it’s not the most pleasant thing but like it’s literally just dead skin, oil, and water. And unless your circumcision scar pulls the skin on your shaft really goddamn taut, all people with penises can have it? (and so can people with vaginas like this is just something that happens with mammalian bodies?) Like get out of here with the idea that it’s okay to call anyone’s body gross.