just like there’s freedom in abandonment
There’s empowerment in losing everything
There’s optimism in hitting rock bottom.
There’s power in knowing your worst fears came true and you’re still surviving
Someway. Somehow.
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just like there’s freedom in abandonment
There’s empowerment in losing everything
There’s optimism in hitting rock bottom.
There’s power in knowing your worst fears came true and you’re still surviving
Someway. Somehow.
in honor of Loki and Trans Remembrance day
hail loki,
who changes shape so easily,
who helps carry the fire of strength and resistance in our hearts.
may they protect those that don’t confirm to the gender binary,
help them stay strong and safe.
be yourself to the best of your ability in honor of those who have been lost, continue to do what they can no longer do
Amazing 💙
me on an average day: i need a treat
me on a bad day: i need a deluxe treat
Maybe it's just cause I'm not feeling well, but I heard something on a post here that really irked me.
I came across a video where this woman was already speaking nonsense, but then, she makes an off-hand comment about how Odin was the figure head for Nazi's cause he's perfect for the role as a death and war God.
Like, girl, don't piss me off right now.
We already have enough on our plates trying to explain that heathens and nazis are two separate groups and that our gods don't support that shit and neither do we.
Like, she could've literally said that norse symbols and the imagery of the gods was STOLEN, and misused.
But no, she had to call Odin the perfect Nazi symbol or whatever.
Is it true that our symbols have been misused? Yes.
Does that need to be addressed and is that an ongoing battle for us to take our symbols back? Also yes
Are our gods fucking Nazi lovers??? NO.
You can talk about history, you can discuss a current issues, but for the love of the Gods don't say stupid shit to offend and entire religion and make our lives harder.
Credit: I found this drawing on instagram and forgot who is the autor
"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level
what my atoms are doing is their fucking business man i'm busy trying to stop my dog from eating tissues directly out of the box
nuclei don't touch, but the nucleus is not the core of reality. reality is made of electrons dancing. reality is made of bonds.
you pet your dog and the atoms that are you brush up against the atoms that are him, and the electrons that are you press into the electrons that are him, and both of them change their movement.
electrons of course are not really particles and do not really move.
you pet your dog and the electron-orbitals of your skin overlap with the electron-orbitals of his fur, and both are changed by the contact. you are not made of little motes floating alone in a void. you are a single unfathomable chord formed of a trillion vibrations, and so is he. and the note you play is changing at every moment by what you touch and how you breathe, and so is his. and atoms do not really have edges, and to touch is to interact, and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.
and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.
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“You shouldn't make fun of Donald Trump's conditi-” Nah
Peanuts, June 23, 1952
Please turn on the sound
I've found my anchor, oh old and wise one.
The eloquent one.
It's a faith in myself that like springtime makes the icy springs flow back to life.
A safe space inside my mind.
I'm growing and creating roots, learning to live in the moment.
Learning to trust my steps back and forth in order not to fall again.
It is simple and yet
It feels safe and nice.
Is this what healing feels like?
a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted
their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"
"Every writer"?
come on
Reblog if you're a writer who doesn't use AI.
I have never used AI and I never will.
Never used AI. Never will.
let me say this with my chest, loud enough for the people in the back:
FUCK AI
let me say this with
my chest, loud enough for the
people in the back:
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
I'm back to the old house.
The one in a suburban land.
From the street time stood still
The same buildings,
the same neighbours
welcome me
It should feel ... familiar,
Should I feel the same way? ...
Is it wrong to flee? ...
From the path which was taught
by my forefathers? ...
The house just
doesn't feel the same.
The old owners are long gone,
the lived in furniture,
and the walls who once florished with pictures of happier times.
No longer stand beside me.
Now.
The walls are bare naked and white.
The roof has started collapsing,
The garden is a jungle,
and the faithful dog
has followed the path of the owners.
Leaving it's kennel for good.
I should feel something
but I can't summon my memories.
They are foreign to me.
Nonsense! They aren't.
They can ...
never be.
The hot sun burns my skin yet
leaving me chilled
because the chimes,
have kept ringing
from within the skeleton
that stands inside the house.
Saying remember me ... always ...
I don't know, how about switching it off?
Have you tried turning it off, and not turning it back on again?
Do we have a franz kafka diary entry for july 1st, i want to know what he thinks!!!
happy too tired July everyone
i don’t care (i already wrote two poems about it)
Withdrawal
Riddled with poison darts, I pull them out one by one, missing you terribly with each withdrawal.
Been playing death stranding qnd I have to confess I'm in love with the soundtrack 🫶