once upon a book I read

random thoughts, art nonsense, story bits. pinky promise not a bot

[onceuponabookiread]

There are two wolves inside of me, and neither one wants to get out of bed in the morning

[onceuponabookiread]

Anyone else have the urge to sit their parents in the corner for an hour to think about what they've done?

[onceuponabookiread]

Melatonin for the sins of my sleeplessness

[onceuponabookiread]

Was going to take a nap. Laid down, closed my eyes, and then my brain went "what if you just didn't wake up for a couple years and everyone moved on without you. If your family has to move while you were asleep would they leave all your stuff in boxes or unpack it like you still lived with them." And then I started at the ceiling pondering the word panoramic.

[jb-blunk]

if you are lucky you will love someone and their hair will thin and their breasts will sag and you will kiss them everywhere over and over again

[jb-blunk]

I was having a conversation with someone who was lamenting over how to maintain attraction to our partners as their bodies change and age and feeling self conscious herself about that process and I was like. we should be so lucky as to see them through these many years as we are seen ourselves. Hope that helps u understand

[rthwrms]

reminds me of this quote i love

[lastoneout]

Glasses // Jonathan Coulton

[hero-of-the-horn]

[onceuponabookiread]

My mental peace is locked behind a door. I have many keys to the door. Sometimes it needs a different key than others. Sometimes it's the last key on the ring.

[machinesonmute-deactivated20210]

the temptation every time there’s heavy rainfall to just go out on the street and

[vangogh-vanhoe]

[onceuponabookiread]

Can anyone tell me the stitch/ pattern name for this? Pleeeaaase

[iamalivenow]

[grand-theft-carbohydrates]

[onceuponabookiread]

When I was 18/19, there was an experience that opened my eyes to the fact that I had been treating people in an abusive and bullying manner. I didn't like who I was. I also didn't know how to change. I decided "fake it till you make it". I would pretend to be a better person until I could actually be one. After enough therapy I learned I wasn't "faking", I was just... trying. Caring about how my actions and words affected other people. Making the decision to not hit or degrade my partner. Choosing to learn instead of hate. Apologizing. I still struggle with thing like being judgemental, raising my voice when I'm agitated, and snap reactions. I might never be as good a person as I want to be but at least I know I've grown and I'll never stop trying to be the grownup I needed as a role model.

[batmanego]

im having feelings about the uffington white horse again

[batmanego]

so essentially there’s this cool horse drawn into the hills in england made out of chalk and it’s like 3,000 years old.

people carved trenches 3,000 years ago and filled them with chalk in the shape of a horse but what’s interesting is that if you fail to maintain the horse by adding new chalk regularly, it will disappear. for 3,000 years, we’ve been filling in chalk in this horse so it doesn’t disappear.

we’ll never know what the purpose of the horse was originally. we’ll never know if it had ritual or spiritual significance or if it was just art. but we do know that people maintained it then, and, even though the meaning of the horse has long been lost to time, we continue to maintain it now.

the people who made this horse are long dead, but they live through us still, don’t you think?

[batmanego]

couldn’t agree more we’re best friends now

[sigridstumb]

For 3000.

For three. fucking. thousand. years. So, let's say that average human lifespan (if you make it to adulthood) has been around 50-65 years. (Childhood death rates make the average lower, I'm not talking about that.) So, 3000 divided by 50 is 60. Sixty generations. (More or less, just vibe with me here, m'kay.)

Sixty generations.

During that time there have been at least 30 wars fought in this part of the U.K.. That we know about. Any number of famines. A few rounds of plague, including the terrible Black Death in which about a third of Europe, including England, died. Whole villages erased by death. During this time there were at least three massive, cataclysmic, religious shifts. Two small ice ages occurred. The country shifted from small croft to large village to towns with a middle class to religious fiefdoms to freeholds to large towns to cities.

During this time infants died and crops failed. During this time people moved and left home, never to return. During this time families thrived and new farms were established.

For three goddamn thousand fucking years, sixty generations of humans have kept this horse alive. We don't even know WHY people wanted this horse. We don't know what it was for, we don't know who designed or built it. We don't know and we don't NEED to know --

-- for three THOUSAND YEARS humans have kept this horse alive.

And there is no fucking way we are going to let the horse die now. I love people sometimes. Sometimes, humans are fucking amazing.

[onceuponabookiread]

[onceuponabookiread]

Just a note, a reminder perhaps, for future me and anyone it applies to.

The first few times you re-experience something without all the drama and trauma: it's completely normal to feel emotionally and mentally disregulated. You're body is so used to the stress and triggers that's it's programmed to feel terrible. The meltdowns ARE part of the healing.

[onceuponabookiread]

If I were an elf in Santas' workshop, I would want to be the one that makes sure the jingles didn't jangle.

[87437732156806533-deactivated20]

I can feel The dryness of those markers in my bones

[the-silent-screamer]

Fun fact those dry markers were supposed to have water put into them to make them work. You take off the bottom thing and pour water in and bam, instant marker success. Only learned about this four years after I’d lost my set 🙃

[bemusedlybespectacled]

WHAT

[a-girl-with-sparkling-lies]

WHAT

[bee-dot-exe]

WHAT

[maximumsunshine]

Hey. Reblog to save some poor kid lots of grief.

[no-lo-lo]

Fucking what?!

[tinydooms]

Every ‘90s child on Tumblr raises their head in outrage.

[justenoughlight]

I just stood up so fast and snatched mine out of my closet brb going to the sink

[justenoughlight]

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

[amyreadsandstresses]

OH MY GOD

[brink-of-insanity-georg]

WHAT

[onceuponabookiread]

Its cold and rainy and the world is full of bullshit

[writing-prompt-s]

Anyone who tried to wield the legendary sword would instantly turn to dust. Your country uses this as a method of execution. Little did you know, you were the chosen one it was waiting for.

[onceuponabookiread]

When the King went to war with our neighbors we sighed and tightened our belts. Wars need soldiers, soldiers need food, and the rest of us go on with less. Then the King made it treason to aid anyone fleeing from the country next door.

When I found the little waif huddled in my hen coop I only considered the chances for a moment before scooping it up and hurrying into the house. Then we were discovered a month later (because of that tattletale two houses down all mad because no one likes her nasty rye bread) and I knew I might as well go out in with glory. I fought them. Heaving the heaviest pieces of furniture down to block them, jabbing them with the broom, and finally bashing away with the curtain rod while my little refugee ran.

When they hauled me up onto the platform in front of the crowds and the King, the only thing I could look at was the sword. It didn't look particularly lengendary. I expected gold and gems, maybe a night black blade. Instead it looks like an ordinary sword, hilt wrapped in leather, with the one unique feature of a thin red line running straight down the center of the blade. So thin as to not even be visible until I was standing in front of it. Then the King read my sentencing. Treason. Death.

When the King asked for my last words I finally looked away from the sword. I held my head high and looked into his eyes. I threw my voice at him like a stone. "I am proud of my actions. Are you?" And keeping my eyes locked on him I wrapped my hands around the hilt.

When I drew the sword from it's holder and held it in the air, silence fell. As the fear in the Kings eyes grew, so did the noise of the crowd.