@theartofmadeline
pixel skylines
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Stranger Things
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One Nice Bug Per Day
Kiana Khansmith
wallacepolsom
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noise dept.
EXPECTATIONS
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
if i look back, i am lost
The Stonewall Inn
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NASA
occasionally subtle
seen from Malaysia
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@lungthief
idk if anyone is going to sdcc but i will be at sdcc. not sure what the cosplay lineup order will be i just know that i’m gonna be ema/lana/shepard. please say hi i know there’s approximately one billion people there but please say hi nonetheless
sir please calm down i didnt "edit" crash bandicoot into your wedding pictures he was an invited guest
"he would not fucking say that" but about injuries. he would not fucking recover that quickly. those scars would not fucking heal like that. he would not be fucking able bodied after that. he would not be fully lucid after that.
WHEN HE FALLS FROM A WHAT INTO THE WHAt
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WHAT IS GOING ON IN ACE ATTORNEY???
Nothing good.
I am learning to imagine the future:
My sycamore tree began life in the gravel at the edge of a parking lot. If trees can feel pain, that is a painful, unlucky death. I carefully dug it up and put it in a pot I made out of a disposable cup.
Hello small one. This world may be cruel, but I will not be.
I decided to take care of it, not expecting it to survive, and when my sycamore tree unfurled one tiny leaf and then another, it chiseled a tiny foothold in my terrified brain, the kind of brain that doesn't remember a world before the atomic bomb and before 9/11.
I googled the lifespans of trees. My neurons had to stretch and expand to accommodate what I learned: My sycamore tree may live five hundred years. It's hard to think something so big. In twenty years, my baby sycamore tree will be three stories tall, and the home of many creatures. In five years, my sycamore tree will be taller than I am. In one year, it will be summer.
There's this concept called sense of foreshortened future where people who have lived through trauma can't conceptualize a future for themselves because deep down they don't expect to survive, When I look forward, all I see is fire and death, melting ice and burning sky. We were raised Evangelical. All we see is Judgment Day, except there is no heaven.
But now there is a tiny gap in the wall, a crack in the door of my cell
and on the other side, I see a tree
There is, in the future, a great old sycamore tree, full of clean winds and the stir of a thousand wings. A hundred years from now. Fifty years from now. There will be forests in that world. There will be a world.
It takes courage, but we have to imagine it.
Most tree species can live in excess of three or four hundred years. I think I'm learning something. I think there are ancient voices saying hello small one, touch the dirt and the leaves, for now you are part of something that cannot die
in 2030 I will be thirty years old and the world will not have ended and there will still be hummingbirds, and we will have photos of the stars more beautiful than we can now imagine.
I planted an Eastern Redcedar; they may live nine hundred years. There will be nine hundred years. The people in that time will remember us. Maybe we will meet the aliens (hi aliens!).
I will blow out the candles on many birthday cakes in a world where there are wolves in dark forests far from home. I am learning to imagine the future. I learned recently that elk were reintroduced to the Appalachian Mountains after over a hundred years of extirpation, and that they are expanding their range.
That tiny crack I can see through now opens a tiny bit more:
Maybe elk will pass through my hometown, maybe there will be a forest where the pasture is on the high hill that I can see from my home
say it, say it, say it: ten years, thirty years, a hundred years from now
I am learning to imagine the future. There is a crack in the wall of this prison, of this machine, of this darkness, and through it, I see a tree.
today
how it feels to talk about anything at all
ASK AND YE SHALL RECEIVE
the funniest thing abt hannibal fans on this site is the way ppl will post screenshots from the show and be like "HIS SLIME 😍😍😍" and the picture is mads mikkelsen looking like this
that is supposed to say smile.
A country where the only place you've been is an airport on a layover, Earth
Have you been here?
I have been here
I have not been here
we used to have succession sunday
every sunday i’d turn on the tv to watch the show about stocks and i felt like throwing up and dying for 90 minutes straight and it was the best time of my life
we used to have succession sunday
she wont let me wash my hands until i solve her riddles three
Mitch McConnell has been sent to a nice farm out in the country where there's lots of open space to run around and lots of other senators for him to play with
This is kinda ominous ngl
Gotta compliment him on his reflexes. No hesitation. Just described exactly what he was seeing, regardless of what it was.
[VD: A weatherman is giving a report and pointing to a map, saying "feel like temperatures really take a tumble too, because after the storm-" before he is interrupted by the screen going black and then displaying a picture of some baby spinach. He says, "um," then immediately points to the screen and confidently announces, "this is baby spinach." /End VD]
Tom Wambsgans SUCCESSION
today's the day
