Dizzy Gillespie

notes on my dream from 9/16:

Me and a group of strangers (who don’t contribute to the dream whatsoever). We were in a pristine, well lit, and color themed building, with absolutely no furniture in sight. 

Some rooms were stark white and stainless steel; others were creamy whites, glass, and powder blues; the first stairwell was a spiral with railings made of diamonds and turquoise; and the other was zig zag and white marble. 

The floors were either quilted pink pillows or deep greens and blues and greys of geode. The elevators were made of bubbles clear and iridescent like the soap in a bottle kind or opaque and sticky like bubble gum. 

The clouds outside were balled into a pattern of rolling clusters, much like the actual mammatus cloud formations, and backlit with illuminating periwinkle, pink, strawberry, and plum. 
The lightning was made of icy milk and there was no rain. 

The setting was being invaded by dinosaurs and giant bugs.

We were all looking for places to hide in that big building described above, and would weave in and out of the place as needed. 

Since this was several nights ago, a lot of things happened that I can’t recall at the moment. 

One golden t-rex lowered its body to our line of sight.
We thought it was going to eat us, naturally. 
But it spoke with a tritone voice: a deep, growly, sticky thunder voice; a high pitch, ringing hypnotic voice; and a deafening hiss voice. 

Its face turned from a golden dinosaur to a stone blue dragon. 

It said, “You must accept what cannot be accepted”
(in the dream that meant a lot to me, I guess)

After that, we looked up in the sky…

When a monumental praying mantis impaled the dragon/dinosaur with its scary as shit claw thing, then hissed, summoning swarms upon swarms of massive cicadas and grasshoppers. 

We climbed in the mouth of the dinosaur/dragon, and it immediately turned into one of those old fighter planes. It was white and plastic and paneled with candy apple red vertical stripes.

We crashed into the swarm of cicadas and grasshoppers when we made it in one of the bubble gym elevators. It landed us in a glass room looking outside to all of the chaos, stifling the hysteria… where we were eaten by red millipedes coated in translucent sugar glaze.


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micdotcom:

The NFL has apologized for penalizing Muslim player for praying 

Another week done, another PR disaster for the NFL.
This one came in the middle of Monday Night Football, after Kansas City Chiefs safety Husain Abdullah returned an interception for a touchdown. Abdullah is a practicing Muslim — he even skipped an entire football season to make a pilgrimage to Mecca — and prostrated himself in the end zone in prayer. The result? A 15-yard penalty for excessive celebration.
The apologized for this one quickly


nychnymph:

don’t romanticize basic rights 
it’s not attractive that a man is a feminist 
it’s not sexy that a man finally realizes the prejudice against women and how very oppressed women are 
it’s common sense

This was grounding.

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floralgays:

"why be straight and cis when u can be queer and tr-"

hi lets not treat lgbtq+ identities like fashion trends

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boyirl:

Sergei Isupov
comiques:

past present future

What if you don’t complete the person that completes you?

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hakmeetstak:

Benjamin Anderson

I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.

-Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade (via larmoyante)

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Too often, the only escape is sleep.

-Charles Bukowski  (via wordsnquotes)

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