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When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.
I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.
Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.
Reblogged again for this drawing I made for it
Give us room to grow and see how we flourish.
this is how all high protein dessert vids look to me
im so sick of unnecessary dinner scenes in movies 😡 every fucking movie they just want to titillate you with some food because they think you’re a dumb animal who just wants to see mashed potatoes bouncing. if its an IMPORTANT dinner scene where they explain lore then whatever i understand. but they shove useless meals into every movie these days and its disgusting
really? you don’t say
Francis I, Holy Roman Emperor: what’s wrong sweetie? :(
Maria Theresa, Actually in Charge of the Holy Roman Empire: that goddamn Prussian twink is still trying to conquer all of Europe
Francis I, Holy Roman Emperor: Aww… I know what might cheer you up, do you want to see this cool rock I found? :)
Maria Theresa, Actually in Charge of the Holy Roman Empire: I cherish you more than the air I breathe and if you ever cheated on me then I would probably snap and kill thousands of people
Francis I, Holy Roman Emperor: yaaaay :)
Their Son Joseph II: Hungarians are genetically incapable of self-governance
Maria Theresa, Actually in Charge of the Holy Roman Empire: it is so unbelievably hard to love you
It strikes me as profoundly odd when people openly admit that they only believe/don't believe in something because of some psychological need or weakness. You're supposed to bravely accept the truth!!
*taps the sign*
grug dont have to change!
problematic sudoku solving skills gap
happy pride month
this one kinda hurts when i see it every pride month. im glad to see an art piece of mine still circulating, and with nearly 100,000 notes too! it just hurts that im separated from it. everyone in the notes thinks im gone. im still here, but my potential community and connection is lost because im forgotten in place of the art. yeah, my deactivated profile does add to the profoundness of what i was saying, but i am still removed.
wow this kinda got a lot of attention huh. thank you all for your kindness. im happy to be here still, and im not leaving!
Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: it’s just so beautiful
The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say
Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?
Medieval peasant, trying to make me feel better: they’re… magical, strange traveler
tweet sequence of a not-quite-friend and artist i admire that i find myself thinking of constantly
I do often think about how the origin of “he would not fucking say that” was in reference to a post which depicted Cartman SouthPark responding politely when asked for his pronouns
meme phrases are so mobile and versatile and that's really really beautiful but i'm always thinking about the first "she x on my y til i z" being "she ebbin on my neezer til i scrooge" and the first "fork found in kitchen" coming from a tweet about sehun from exo being spotted at a gay bar. like sometimes you just utterly nail it the very first time and no variation of the joke is going to be better.
EXACTLY.
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this sewing pattern just touched me while i was in the middle of reading it
happy pride