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apparently, I joined this tumblr place at 06/27/2015 10:03:16 AM.
this account has been active for a decade. crazy.
this is how you lose the time war 💙⏳❤
Every once in a while I come back here for the same reasons that people return to knotty old oak trees they used to climb: this place is a graveyard of the people I used to be, things I used to enjoy that I now barely spare a passing thought to. I’m not the same person I was the last time I was here, and she wasn’t the same person she was the time before that. To move on is to grow, I suppose, and to grow is to find new things and fall in and out of love with them.
It used to be that I would look back on my old fandoms and cringe; I understood too well that I should be happy to move on and not well enough that I should not look back on my past selves with shame. I think each community drew me at the times that they did because I was at a point in my life where I had something to learn from them. I think I am who I am today because, not in spite, of the communities that shaped me. I’m in an area long enough to see my path altered, and then on to the next, like some wayward internet Voyager.
Do you notice when you stop thinking about something? For me it only ever comes like the realization that it has gathered a layer of dust, which itself is like coming back from college to find that your local coffee shop has been remodeled into a soulless minimalist cash machine. I don’t notice until it’s long since changed.
So I’m not good at staying in touch. Sometimes I feel like I’m being forgotten, unintentionally, and I know why, because I studied this in college, and now everything is different, and I’m no longer as prevalent as I was. I cannot praise the merits of impermanence while denying its faults, and I cannot fault the impermanence of a memory. My solution to this is not one I like at the moment, because I spent my entire life trying not to be annoying and still feeling unwelcome in many spaces. And once, I promised I’d be annoying, and I’d stay in touch, and I think I haven’t sufficiently done either. I suppose this is just another thing I’ll have to get past, and then continue on my way.
*sigh* bapanada... :/
wyd when your witness eats evidence
of all the things to finally drag me back onto tumblr it had to be goncharov
I would like to wish everyone an uneventful new year
May we live in very uninteresting times
may you experience very precedented events
me: it’s important to keep in touch with people during quarantine!!
also me: *vanishes*
not ten minute poetry
the prompt:
the poems:
#1 I am yellign, yelling loud, into the void.
perhaps it will yell too.
#2 my nam is dirb I ride the swells and wen I land I do a yell
ten minute poetry #2
Dream/Catcher
In the pitch-dark dreamworld, From talons and blades, From gaping, shrieking maws, From grasping roots and growling beasts, I can only run.
Pounding footsteps, Pounding heart. Run- Run! Hide.
Nowhere to go. Everywhere to be found. The trees- Reaching down for me, With spindly fingers. The moon, Gone- Empty.
Keep still. Keep your mouth shut. Don’t be a fool Like you used to be. No wrong moves.
No, No, No, No, How did I get here? Why is this happening? I thought- I was getting better.
Don’t be a fool. You always Come back.
But I am caught in a safety net, Tangled, twined in the rough threads. Hanging there, floating in the air, Away from the forest floor. Held up by something That I didn’t have before.
Maybe if I stay in its embrace, Everything will be Okay.
ten minute poetry #1
With others, we exist, We live, we have meaning, Not trees falling in forests With no one to bear witness.
We weave with gossamer strands An infinite web, Twisted, tangled, entwined, Connected to each other.
We create art, you and I, We create a blanket over the world Made of tender friendship and delicate love, In millions of stunning colors, Safe and warm.
yknow those things that cross your mind once in a blue moon? it’s like 2 in the morning and I just remembered this short
I find it kind of weird that I can text in Mandarin faster than my dad can even though I can only read like 5 words in Mandarin
So my old high school did a production of Kiss Me Kate, except the dude playing the General injured his knee the night before closing and none of the other guys knew his song well enough, so they got the Lilli understudy to go on as the General instead, which made it look like Lilli left Fred for a woman, and everyone did a great job it was very gay
lately ive been doing this thing where i have a “bad” dream, but right before the bad thing happens im like “guess what fuckers? i can just wake up” and then i wake up
The alphabet fades away
Would you like to read a book in which this happens?
It’s one of my all-time favorite books. It’s called Ella Minnow Pea by Mark Dunn. He describes it as an “progressively lipogrammatic epistolary fable.”
It is written in the form of letters between the citizens of the fictional island of Nollop, an independent nation off the coast of South Carolina and home of Nevin Nollop, who invented the phrase “the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.” That phrase is written in tiles over a statue of Nollop in their town square, and when one night a storm causes one of the tiles to fall, the council decides that it’s a sign from Nollop that they are no longer allowed to use that letter, in speech or writing, on pain of progressive punishments including public beating and up to banishment.
Then another tile falls. Then another.
The citizens, who are all very attached to their words and writing, mount a campaign to come up with a phrase that uses all 26 letters but is shorter than Nollop’s, thus proving that he was not divine and negating all the edicts.
Because the novel is told in the form of letters the citizens write, and this is the genius part…the author must also stop using the letters as they fall. So the book gradually stops using letters until at one point I think they’re down to just five.
The resolution literally made me get up and dance around the room.
It’s clever, creative, and a not-really-veiled-at-all parable about monotheistic oligarchy. It’s not a long book, you can read it in an afternoon.
GO READ IT RIGHT NOW.
WOW I want to read that book
Very rarely is there a book that I must read at any cost This is now one of them
Note: locate book
I actually bought this book because of this post and let me tell you, it was a fucking great decision. Besides having a brilliant concept, it’s also so well written that in the beginning you don’t even notice when another letter is removed. There was one part I had to re-read because I couldn’t believe that there wasn’t a single ‘d’ in the last five pages. Seriously, this book is fantastic
i dont play assassins creed, but is this like the entire plotline or something??
This is literally all you do in the game