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if i look back, i am lost
Misplaced Lens Cap
oozey mess
DEAR READER
we're not kids anymore.
Xuebing Du
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Peter Solarz
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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NASA
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Cosmic Funnies
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@dark-matter
So it turns out to be a lie and a scam
He was lying the whole time to get what he wanted. There’s no sense wasting prose on this. Plain and simple: you were lied to. Succinct and straight to the point. We’re too old to romanticize harsh realities.
I deserved a fucking apology.
what now
In a few hours, I’m supposed to be awake, having packed my bags, sober, and ready to head out to get some sun and sand. I should definitely not be doing this, whatever-this-is.
- Earlier this week, my therapist asked “How much grief can you hold before you collapse?” - These past few weeks, I’ve found myself down a spiral of reckless and irresponsible behavior that, at the time, just felt like an excellent way to cope with the series of disasters that has been my life. I would grab a drink, then two, then three. Eat something. Make plans with no regard for the consequences. Act on impulses. My twenties, basically. I caught it one morning. I was in a white dress with the morning light streaming through the window, filtered by grey curtains, in the middle of the city. (Cinematic, I know. I just want you to be where I was.) I was reaching for something to run away from something else until it caught up with me. I was pacing the floor wondering why tears were streaming down my face until I realized I could no longer hide from my worst fears and the waves of sadness washing over me. I could only pretend it wasn’t there, easy to do when your eyes are closed and your fingers are numb. - I am still reaching. _ things to remember; for when things get better.
I’m old enough to know things like this never last forever. And that getting over it and not feeling anything anymore is actually sadder than being in the thick of it, losing your mind, reaching. So I made a playlist, a list of songs to help me remember who I was at the time. Snapshots before time gets to the wounds. I don’t want to forget, though I probably will, how it felt for things to be easy. To soothe a burn with more heat. To find myself against something warm with no give. To stumble out feeling brave and coming home feeling foolhardy. I don’t want to forget that I knew. I knew things would change. I knew it would get complicated. It would devastate me because even after you agree you’re the one who gets to go, I would make choices I need and not the ones I want. I knew and I still opened that door. Future me: you’ll look back at this and laugh; possibly cringe. Roll our eyes and say WELL FUCK HERE WE GO AGAIN. But please be patient with me. I don’t know what else to do. But if you see this I hope you remember. --
One can’t study sorcery as one learns a language, any more than one can learn to live a legendary life. No one chooses sorcery; the power chooses the sorcerer.
STRANGER THINGS / DUNGEONS & DRAGONS Jane Hopper ⚚ The Sorcerer
Me, a dragonborn sorc
Sage advice. See more highlights from Drake’s SNL.
Ed Vebell, Loneliness is Dangerous, 1955
damn, damn what they say about me?
Dearest Cecilia, the story can resume. The one I had been planning on that evening walk. I can become again the man who once crossed the surrey park at dusk, in my best suit, swaggering on the promise of life. The man who, with the clarity of passion, made love to you in the library. The story can resume. I will return. Find you, love you, marry you and live without shame.
Unlikely simultaneous historical events
A poster on Reddit asks: What are two events that took place in the same time in history but don’t seem like they would have?
Spain was still a fascist dictatorship when Microsoft was founded.
There were no classes in calculus in Harvard’s curriculum for the first few years because calculus hadn’t been discovered yet.
Two empires [Roman & Ottoman] spanned the entire gap from Jesus to Babe Ruth.
When the pyramids were being built, there were still woolly mammoths.
The last use of the guillotine was in France the same year Star Wars came out.
Oxford University was over 300 years old when the Aztec Empire was founded.
Pablo Picasso died the year Pink Floyd released “Dark Side of the Moon” (1973)
Prisoners began to arrive to Auschwitz a few days after Mc'Donalds was founded.
Coca-Cola is only 31 years younger than Italy.
Marilyn Monroe and Queen Elizabeth II were born in the same year.
The Ottoman empire still existed the last time the Chicago Cubs won the World Series.
The first wagon train of the Oregon Trail heads out the same year the fax machine is invented.
Nintendo was founded at the same time Jack the Ripper was on the loose.
We put a man on the moon before we put wheels on a suitcase.
Oreos were invented the same year the Titanic sank.
The Mongols fought the Crusaders and the Samurais at the same time.
Cleopatra lived closer to the moon landings than she did to the building of the Pyramids of Giza.
I have loved you. I did my best. The Theory of Everything (2014)
Carel Fabritius - The Goldfinch
« Le chant enivrant des Pinsons »
He’s so tall and handsome as h e l l. He’s so bad but he does it so w e l l.
Hello, Tumblr.
It’s a Sunday and I’m in my pajamas finishing up a book (Replay,Grimwood.) It’s been a while since I did that so it’s quite pleasant. I woke up this morning fully clothed and in full makeup after a night that involved numerous amaretto sours and a glass of whiskey. I didn’t get drunk but I did take medication along with alcohol and that proved disastrous. Luckily I had friends to hold back my hair and rub my back and for that I’m eternally grateful. Ordered in some Jollibee, smoked a couple of cigarettes and tried in vain to play with Cat. Boyfriend should be back home in the evening and until then I’ll be reading or dicking around online instead of starting my draft on separation of Church and State.
Being a babe like it’s no one’s business
hey girl: you can use my shoulder as a rifle stand, as you’re the better shot of the two of us.
