my favorite genre of post. if only I could find more
RMH

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Jules of Nature

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Peter Solarz
Claire Keane

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
NASA

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

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@aywelin
my favorite genre of post. if only I could find more
i bring a "technically i could do this tomorrow" energy to things that tomorrow me really resents
tbh it’s a red flag that the inventor of chiropractic got the idea from a ghost. bones are like the #1 thing ghosts don’t have
i do feel somewhat ruined forever. but it’s okay we stay silly
I think it so beautiful that no matter what else happens I will never see Wicked
In 21st century America, there was a pervasive superstition that rats could force people to do their bidding simply by grabbing ahold of their hair. It was often common courtesy to remove your hat, either as a greeting or when entering another's homes, to show them that you are not being possessed by a rat, and can be trusted to behave.
thinking about this bit from an article by Ann Druyan in 2003:
“When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me – it still sometimes happens – and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous – not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance… That pure chance could be so generous and so kind… That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time… That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful… The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived.
That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday.
I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.”
12:01 a.m. on november 1st
the sexual tension between me and vanishing without context is insane
Seasonal Affective Disorder is just emotional scurvy, all my core wounds are reopening and they won't be fixed until the big lemon in the sky comes back
You can force people into being happy by saying shit like good morning :) follow for more emotional manipulation tips
"if being hard on yourself was going to work it would have worked by now" okay well being soft on myself isn't working either so what the fuck is left. medium? I gotta be medium with myself? I gotta ask the fucking ghosts for help? is that it?
Vincent van Gogh, Meadow Flowers, 1888
which of these widely disliked ice cream flavors do you like the best?
mint chocolate chip
coffee
pumpkin
pistachio
i've never had any of these flavors
mint chocolate chip for the win. "oh it tastes like toothpaste" listen to me you're either using weird toothpaste or eating weird brands of mint chocolate chip ice cream because no the fuck it doesn't