oh to be dead at last and know all the stars 4ever @bananadupree - Tumblr Blog

Jessie Homer French (American, 1940) - Memento Mori (2022)

cyber truck at the olive garden

robot on the corporate massage billboard. all my friends are shrinking from injections. i played with a plastic toy that was born to be garbage. capitalism is the funny face you make to soothe a child. war (again? again) shredding the psychic seams of an already fragile pile of people. civilized living, the briefest of candles. mammals can eat their young. a bright and terrible place. the skin of a bomb peels back its face to show the ocher cave beneath.

#idk man

rosieandthemoon

By Audrey Benjaminsen

dearparentheses

Paul Evans

targetedknowledge

watersgym

The Washington Post (April 14, 2002)

flowergrenades

*through gritted teeth* you are not a child taking a test with the purpose of getting the highest score, you are an adult trying new things and finding ways to enjoy your life, make mistakes, be a beginner, be mediocre, be where you need to be, be unlikeable, just. be.

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ephemeratal

what a year

grandma dies, dad has a weird tumor and gets surgery, then dad discovers stage three colon cancer and gets chemo and surgery and is cancer-free, went on my honeymoon, had some family trips, a full year in my new job, best friends have a baby, tear a ligament in my foot, get my first case of covid, fell out of love with poetry/writing and am trying to woo her back to me.

feel disillusioned with the state of the world more so than in previous years. hope has whimpered down to a tiny speck of smoke in the coals. feel more isolated. always been part of a network of either nerds in a random forum or a cohort of instagram friends but slowly realizing how little that was reciprocated - meaning, i think i put more stock in my stable of internet pals more than they did. left instagram for now at least to try to clear my head of that. trying not to feel disconnected from the greater culture & community but it's hard. with no one left to impress i don't know who i am! thought i'd be more grounded and sure of myself in my Jesus Year but if anything i feel more confused and unsure than i ever did before.

want to feel something spiritually but it all feels like playing pretend rather than genuine divine connection. i'll let myself spin my wheels a bit more. maybe it's just winter blues and healing up from that aforementioned first covid bout.

anyway, just spewing in the void instead of working. happy new year

tsaheylu-addict

AFAA IN 1 day!!!!!!!!

asianrabbit

Avatar: Fire and Ash (2025) Varang

kiragecko

The Tiger Poem in Classical Maya!

The Tiger He has destroyed his cage Yes Yes The tiger is out By Nael, Age 6

Literal translation:

he-destroyed his-captive-place the-jaguar yes-yes he-came.out the-jaguar his-writing master-Na'el man[of]-6-years

Transliteration:

ʔu-jomow ʔu-baaknal ʔu-balahm xt xt Joyoy ʔu-balahm ʔu-tz'ibaal Aj-Naʔel Aj-6-habiy

Character Transliteration (ALL CAPS are characters that stand for full words, lower case are syllabic):

ʔu-jo-mo-wa ʔu-ba-ki-NAL ʔu-BALAM-la-ma xa-ta-xa-ta jo-JOY-yi ʔu-BALAM-ma ʔu-tz'i-ba-li AJ-na-ʔe-le AJ-6-HAB-bi-ya

[Image shows the poem written in 2 columns of Maya glyph blocks. A diagram shows the reading order (which is complex). All the posts text is also included on the image.

End ID.]