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I got a soft spot for them đ„ș
sir thatâs my emotional support character who believes themselves unworthy and unable of love because of all that theyâve gone through but eventually realises they are worthy of love when they reach it through their found family
Tiny M&M as humans đ
(last one for now)
I need that HVAC system on his KNEES
get kissed idiot đ«”
"sir, the children are misbehaving again."
In highschool I wrote a story about a middle-generation of stellar travelers. Their parents were born on earth and left as children, and the middle generation will not live long enough to see their destination. They live their entire lives on the ship and I wrote about them trying to find their place in everything. They will never know blue skies and warm beaches and open fields with warm breezes. Theyâll never know birdsong or crickets or frogs. Theyâll never hear the rain on the roof of a dreary day. I never could find the right way to end the story. I wanted it to be a happy ending, but I didnât know how to do it.
I realize now that it was a book about me dealing with depression before I even knew it. Looking back at how blatant the projecting was, itâs obvious now. It wasnât then.
In the story, the middle-generation people are lost. Theyâre apathetic. Theyâre just a placeholder. The only job they have is to keep the ship running, have kids, and die. As the middle generation of people began becoming adults, suicide rates were skyrocketing. Crime and drug rates were jumping. This generation was completely apathetic because they felt that they had no use.
In the story, a small group of people in the middle-generation create the Weather Project. They turn the ship into a terrarium. They make magnificent gardens and take the DNA of animals they took with them and recreate them and they make this cold, metal spaceship that they have to live their entire lives on into a home. They take what little they have and they break it and rearrange it into something beautiful. They take this radical idea and turn the ship into a wonderful jungle of trees and birds and sunshine.
And I realize now how much it reflects my state of mind as I transitioned from a child into an adult while dealing with depression. You always hear âit gets betterâ and âwhen youâre older things will be easierâ and I was so sick of waiting for it to get better. I was in the middle-generation stage. And I was sick of it. I was so sick of waiting.
When I was in highschool I didnât know how to end the story. I didnât know how to have a happy ending. I didnât have the life experience then to finish the story in a meaningful way. I didnât know how to make it better for these middle-generation characters.
But now that Iâm older, Iâm learning. That if you sit and wait for things to get better, it never will. You have to take your life and break it apart and rearrange it into something beautiful. You have to make the cold metal ship into the garden that you deserve. You have to make your own meaning. You have to plant your own garden.
You have to teach yourself that being happy is not a radical idea.
God you guys I never thought this would become so popular đ± I was gonna name it The Weather Project after the art installment that inspired it
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This is the most important post that Iâve ever made. Its for screaming out with every fiber of your being that youâre worth something. Youâre worth everything.
âAnd they went on living,â is a sentence that can be read any which way you like, I guess.
I owe myself the biggest apology for putting up with what I didnât deserve.
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Have you ever wondered whether or not youâd be canonically queer if your life was a story? Look no further. This quiz will tell you your canon queer status.Â
gays love the âthere was only one bedâ trope because of childhood sleepovers with your best friend when you were hyper aware of another person in your bed and you cannot touch them or look at them or acknowledge them but there was just something about having the person you care about the most in this world lying next to you under the covers and you can hear them breathing and itâs calming and also alarming because what if they can hear you breathing but clearly youâre over thinking it because theyâre already asleep and youâre lying perfectly still next to them, wondering what would happen if you moved just half an inch over and made contact with them and what would that feel like and can they hear your heart pounding? can they feel what you feel? do they feel it too? but youâre like, twelve and donât have the words or emotional capability to understand what it is that youâre feeling, only that this all means something so you better keep it under lock and key and never mention it again until you grow up to be gay and discover the âthere was only one bedâ trope and go âholy shitâ
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