My Alter Ego 🧡

Ben is a fucking genius.

Ben Cooper (Radical Face) in his Spotify Wrapped message be like "I really think there are better things you could be listening to, but thank you"

Man. Guy. I have kept Radical Face snugly against my heart for years and enthusiastically recommended him to everybody who would listen. His songs have inspired so much creativity, I've named so many short stories after them, made characters based on them, and named my first finished novel-length story Homesick. RF kept me calm and helped me sleep when I was in the hospital for my brain ("Letters Home" and "From the Mouth of an Injured Head" were dear to me then). "The Mute" is the most beautiful song I've ever heard about the autistic experience. I'm a queer exmormon from an abusive household and "Bad Blood" cuts so deep into that wound and lets it bleed like it needs to. I sang "Servants and Kings" to my partner on our seventh anniversary. Singing "Wrapped in Piano Strings" helped ground me through a horrific time involving my family. "Everything Costs" describes pretty much exactly what happened with them and my place in it.

No, RF didn't save my life per se, but damn, he sure has inspired me to feel my emotions and find sometimes heartbreaking beauty in them and use them to make something new. Like water, RF keeps everything moving, helps wash away the grime, helps break dams that need to be broken.

No there are not better things I could be listening to, Ben.

And we stare thirstily at the lips that pompously spread lies for quick honour.

Occasionally we're afraid of those eyes who don't even have the courage to confront themselves

THIS.

The urge to lay here in silence with my beloved at some point in the future 🖤

Even towards yourself <3

I recently finished reading the kite Runner and oh my god was it eye opening. By the end of it, I was bawling my eyes out, and my lids hurt from being pressed down so tight. But even in the darkness of humane sorrow I saw a fleeting glimpse of turmoil that countless children like Hassan—and later Sohrab face. Not just in Afghanistan, but all over the world. Aptly, there's a lot of children in the world, but not enough childhood of each.

Humanity is weird. It pats your back, consoling you that there is good in the world one moment, and the next time you're looking at your scars in your mirror at your home, you can hear the voices of the same humanity, whispering in your ear that you're impure, for Sohrab; that you're a monster, for Amir; and lastly, you're illegitimate, loyal to your grave like a dog, and naive, for Hassan.

2 boys. Then 3 men. And 2 exemplary mentors. And 2 wilful women.

9 people. One story. One fate. One destiny. But many versions, many unheard rhapsodies.

Welcome home, Hassan. You'll eventually be loved proudly and boldly from the people you love. Welcome home, Amir. You'll eventually learn that what you did was wrong, but you were an affection starved child, and that isn't your fault. Welcome home, Sohrab. You aren't dirty or sinful, the dark corners of the world are.

For all of them, a thousand times over.

beauty & brains

Yeah so before I get hate for this, this is PRECISELY what twilight feels like—apart from the cringe I'm-in-love-with-a-vampire stuff. Rain, moss, and isolation <3

@michaelkagerer

Jk rowling thinking she's all that but she's just Andrew tate for middle aged women

hi, by the way, if you think that being a "feminist" includes hating trans people, let me know now so i can block you <3

Hi there 🌿 I shared my friend Mohamad’s story.

He’s facing immense hardship trying to support his displaced family while recovering from surgery.

Please consider reblogging 🔁 or donating 💖 if you can. Every bit helps 🙏

– Adam

Praying for him🙏