Do people know this is the husband of the prime minister of New Zealand
And who is the guy burying him in the sand
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Do people know this is the husband of the prime minister of New Zealand
And who is the guy burying him in the sand
My name on your lips
December next year I will be a different person You won't remember me You'll kiss your lover every morning Read poetry on the weekends You'll travel to ancient castles In ancient worlds, following ancient myths You'll ink your words on crumpled paper And drink wine to seize the night You'll do it all as if I was never there You will forget my name was ever on your lips.
~ A. A. Roman
a little comic about healing.
@hopepunk-humanity
“forgive all the versions of yourself that operated out of fear instead of growth, the ones that viewed comfort zones as safe havens and abandoned boundaries to keep other people happy, forgive all the versions of yourself that didn’t know that love begins with how you treat you.”
— iambrillyant
rb to have a super gay 2023
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
I couldn't remember the word "doorknob" ten minutes ago.
ok but the onelook thesaurus will save your life, i literally could not live without this website
new dynamic idea: guy whose soul was trapped in a weapon for hundreds of years after being cursed by a wizard, and guy who used to wield said weapon. both of them still forget that the first guy is back in a human body now sometimes.
Thor and Mjolnir
cactus beatdowns are definitely the answer to ppl making her sister do unnecessary labor
Antonio talks to animals, why is Luisa involved at all. Call in the kid. It’s time.
following what's happening on twitter from tumblr when i don't have twitter is the same feeling as following a tv show i don't watch just by seeing tons of post about it on my dash and ending up getting involved emotionally anyway, except that this time the vilain ain’t even hot
So as an Antarctic expert I need to add to this that we had not in fact been to Antarctica when it was named. The ancient Greeks decided that because there was an Arctic at the top of the world, with bears, there had to be an opposite at the other end, without bears. Which is kind of ridiculous except that the fuckers were dead on
something i've been thinking a lot about is that just surviving is often both the least rewarding recovery experience and also the absolute most critical skill.
i think many of us have spent the last few years of our life just... holding the line. our legs trembling under all that weight. many of us backslid in the sand; and that was agonizing. we have spent so much of our life pushing, and to be forced backwards... we are already so exhausted. it is unimaginable to think we must remake the progress that had already been hard-won.
there's a graph that exists of how you can roughly expect any artistic skill to grow. we all go through periods of rapid growth and discovery; only to plateau. there is often a little sorrow in the plateau, because we're not moving quickly. we don't see those huge strides. there's no obvious sense we're learning.
but the art we're making in that plateau matters. it can still be effective, evocative, exciting. you can still feel inspired, happy, creative in that plateau; because the skills you have are growing, it's just that you're a spot where you don't need to focus on skill-building, you've finally reached a place where you can focus on actually making things. and at some point, without you expecting it, and as long as you work for it - another sharp increase in skill will happen. if you ask any of us how we did it, most of us would tell you the same thing: i just kept trying.
i have spent a lot of my life believing that just-surviving was the same thing as stagnating. i don't have any tangible goals or desires and the idea of making longterm plans makes me want to set my hair on fire. i am fucking tired. i don't want another year of scrambling, of falling down, of slipping in the mud. I love my friends, but i'm watching them settle down, have a life, get what they want: and i'm still here, in the part where i beg my life to be barely functional.
i think... maybe this whole time it wasn't standing still. it was still learning. it was still growing. i just got used to the plateau and forgot that "even surviving" isn't something i used to be able to take for granted. that in all this horrible, thankless effort - certain things are easy enough now. i can forget them.
i have spent so much time hating that i'm not getting better faster. i forgot that it used to be unthinkable to me to even consider recovery. these last years; i've been comparing my plateau to my eras of quick-discovery. i've been unfair to myself. no, the progress isn't as obvious. that doesn't mean it's not still-happening.
we make the mistake of saying "this year i want to live, not just survive," as if the effort of just surviving is useless, or could be shrugged off. the effort of surviving is beautiful. your years spent like barely-here are enough. you're not wasting time. you're not wasting your one precious life. "just holding on" means you were able to actually find and grab the rope. you're here; and the effort of your survival is work. you've been seeking the sky when it used to be impossible to imagine putting down roots. i know it is hard, and i hope you are able to feel better soon. i hope we both reach our next quick-climb. and i know - the weight might never ease up.
it's just that, over time, with effort: we will get strong enough.
HEARTBREAKING: Poor girl has to get out of the soft warm bed even though she is so so so so comfy
pull yourself up by the jockstrap
pull yourself up. by your boobstraps.
people who don't wear glasses don't get the added benefit of taking off your HD eyesight for a while. just. fuck it! i'm done. 240p vision time
I've seen enough.
my spouse and I watched the mexican episode of great british bake off because we're mexican and we thought it would be funny. the hosts asked if mexico was a real place and none of the contestants had ever heard of pico de gallo. even the judges weren't very knowledgeable about the food they were making. that one lady peeling an avocado like it's a potato. guacamolo. tah-cows.
americans take for granted their proximity to authentic mexican food. look at this bro this could be u