Oh And Quick Note For Writers:

If you are the child of wealthy parents, this does not make you rich: it makes you a possible client of wealthy patrons

I have encountered children of rich parents denied tuition funding bc they came out as gay. I have encountered children of rich parents forced into psychiatric confinement begging their parents on the phone every night to please let them leave. I have encountered children of rich parents accustomed to living a life of luxury, cut out of their family’s wills for their disobedient attitude, and left unsure how to live an ordinary life bc nobody taught them. I have encountered children of fabulously affluent and abusive parents who can effectively buy off judges and pay to have them hunted down if they run from home. If you don’t have discretion over your money, it is not yours; and if your “wealthy” lifestyle is subsidised with strings attached (which it always is), you are not wealthy yourself

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since i have not seen anybody share information on this here, please pay attention to the philippines right now and provide any support you can. if this bill passes, people's basic rights to free speech will be taken from them.

anyone seeing this from the ph, please stay safe and stay strong. these are scary times.

Fantasy culture where instead of bouqets or whatever, a bride carries the carved skull of one of her ancestors, inlaid with jewels, so that their spirit blesses the marriage.

For brides without a family skull, an animal skull can be substituted. Wolf and deer skulls are the most popular, but one queen started a trend of weird wedding skulls when she carried the skull of a draft horse for her wedding to her sixth consort. There were opals set into the eyes.

lol I am in such a stressed-out blind rage today from insurance bullshit that I wrote up a glossary of health insurance terms (things like deductibles, premiums, and copays) because all the free guides online are unnecessarily complicated and the only way you can squeeze a dime out of these bullshit companies is to understand their overly-complicated policies. give em hell

Attention non-artists who commission artists: don’t fuckin do this???

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Here you go! Could you name a fish Autoradiograph?

i really hope i got the spelling right! <3

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

I'm volunteering for a literary journal right now and there's two things I think you all should know.

1. Most people that submit to literary journals are cis white men. We know this because our journal has an anonymous survey about demographics for people that submit.

2. Most things that get submitted to the creative non fiction section are on the level of middle school "What I did over the summer" essays.

I cannot see the demographics of the people whose essays I'm reading, but guys, if you are wondering if you should submit your work to a literary journal or not, I promise you that just in terms of statistics there are a lot of mediocre cis white men and people in general confidently submitting weird crap that isn't literature to literature magazines. Do it. Submit your work. Please. If you want there to be more diversity in literature, be the diversity. Do it. Do it do it do it.