I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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if i look back, i am lost
will byers stan first human second
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I'm a punkrocker, yes I am
Letters
I used to write you letters.
Then you stopped replying.
I guess you only write with my betters.
So why was I even trying?
What does love mean to you?
What are you chasing?
Don't even see how far you flew.
Or what you are facing.
Existence and the Lack Thereof
At this time in this moment, I am forever
At this time, I will never die
Even if in a million years
My bones have been separated from my body
And my mind spared from my brain
This moment will always exist
Somewhere.
At.
Be that as it may
Being human means I wonāt always be remembered
And isnāt that what we want?
Make an impact, change the world
Be better, do better
Whatās the point?
Purpose.
Be.
In this fate of ours
In this era where I am alive and choosing
My choices both do and do not matter at all
And they matter the most.
More than you could ever imagine
Less than you could ever see
Fate.
In.
Do you have what it takes?
Do you know what it means
to be conscious?
To be concrete?
Even with the human right to live,
We canāt know what it means, to be
Alive.
Do.
Of the stars we are born
Of the sun we will die
It sustains us, yet it burns our skin.
Kills us.
We will end.
But we donāt understand.
Why?
Of.
Ka-Chunk
My heart it beats too slow for me,
you're blindāit only matters what I see.
Yet here, I stay restrained by things that be.
So surely I shall fall for you.
With your beat, too quick, more loud; I could not believe.
Reasons why I long to be held in both arms and squeezed, a dream not known by me
Until the hope of faster beats
Forest // for rest
I thought somewhere I'd try to take Ā Ā // a few things off before I break: The red dress to the forest floor Ā Ā // I don't want to be this anymore!
So now I'm walking through my forest Ā Ā // hand in hand, but I'm with you. Yet I live here, and you're my tourist, Ā Ā // just do what you came to do.
And leave me, leave me, in the clearing Ā Ā // without my clothes, but you're not hearing: leave me, leave me, in the clearing Ā Ā // and leave me, naked, without you.
lets move!
Fellas, is it gay to hold your Rival's/enemie's/friend's/not-really-any-of-those head tenderly while you both drown?
HI IM DONE IM DONE IM DONE IM SO SORRY @esmiara FOR TAKING SO LONG ARAGHSSHSHSHSHSH HERES MY DTIYS ENTRY š
āGhosts are realā I can see how you could believe that
āGhosts arenāt realā itās very fair and rational that you believe that
āGhosts arenāt real anymoreā Iām about to hear a poem or very sad story
āGhosts arenāt real yetā the fuck are you going to do
heart vs head: a contrapuntal poem... i wrote this as an experimental piece, and i'm still not used to this style, so do let me know if i can improve!
Yesterday I almost cried because my baby cousin ran up to my grandmother and was like. āHa! Buhbuh ba ha.ā And she said okay you want to show me something? And he led her over to the garden patch and crouched down and pointed at rocks and plants and was like. āAh. Habah ba ahā as she listened attentively.
And I was like that happened 1,000 years ago. Probably 10,000 years ago. Maybe 100,000. The youngest human in a group went to the oldest one and said to the best of their ability ācome see.ā And the adult went.
this is such a beautiful post it doesn't need my dumb addition, but i can't fit this in the tags. at the archaeological site Dolni Vestonice in the Czech Republic there are a bunch of really really fascinating finds and I'm only going to tell you about one tiny detail of one of the most interesting sites in the world.
at this settlement 20-30,000 years ago there lived a person who appears to have been a sort of sorcerer-grandmother-ceramics artist and her workshop was preserved very well in the sedimentary layers. her hut where she had her kilns was full of little sculptures of animals and people that seem to have been made to explode in the kiln on purpose, we're not sure why but nevermind. the relevant detail is that when you sculpt something with your hands and then fire it, your fingerprints can be preserved in the surface of the clay forever, so we have fingerprints of ancient ceramics artists that have survived for tens of thousands of years. and one of the major artifacts from Dolni Vestonice has a fingerprint on it that is so small it could only have belonged to a child
so this shaman-grandmother-sculptor, who was buried with her pet fox by the way, had children running through her workshop and touching everything she made while she was at her mysterious work of creating the world's oldest ceramics, none of which appear to be bowls, bottles, pots, or any "useful" items at all, but rather a collection of animal and human and sometimes anthropomorphic figures, some of which appear to be self portraits. exactly the same as sandersstudios' grandmother being led to the garden by an excited baby. we've all been the same for 30,000 years.
Worlds of Ursula K. LeĀ Guin (2018) dir. Arwen Curry
one time a professor asked me if iād ever wanted to write anything āmore importantā than romance. and i said no. i was put on this earth to write about sad people kissing. and if another writer ever came up to me and said they wanted to write 400 pages containing nothing but a character baking a single loaf of bread each day, then i would tell them to do that. people don't write something because it's important. they write about something and that is what makes it important
i keep forgetting the sky does that
melts?
basically yeah, just in very slow motion
time-lapse photography needs to stop teaching me things my psyche is a frail and stuttering sandcastle unwoven by the tides
thatās the view as the sun pulls us through space like this
PLEASE STOP TEACHING ME THINGS I IMPLORE YOU
es a Nap meg ugy megy korbe a Tejut kozeppontja korul, mint korhintan a pacik
my translation app did a thing
Hi, Hungarian here. Theyāre saying āand the Sun is going around the center of the Milky way like the horsies on the merry-go-roundā
this is DELIGHTFUL information I thank you
A NASA scientist has revealed the mind-blowing time scale of the dinosaurs, with a stunning animation showing Earth at the opposite side of
ā¦tumblr keep teaching me things
Cold take but all languages are beautiful actually. Every single one. Every single human language on earth is a collection of stories interwoven into the very fabric of the words that are spoken.
āOh but this language sounds scary-ā have you heard a child speak it while pointing at a butterfly?
āOh but this language sounds silly-ā have you heard someoneās grandma recite a recipe with such practiced ease it comes off as poetry?
āOh but this language is really weird-ā and yours isnāt? Everyoneās language is weird, dumbass, it came free with your fucking humanity.
Every tongue that is spoken is a work of art. Every language a unique window into the world.
Isnāt it wonderful?
Ursula K. Le Guin
from the forward of The Left Hand of Darkness, I believe.
Me reading the fic im writing: damn hope the author updates soon