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@something-terrible
I just submitted my second books’ manuscript and I’ve been sobbing all morning
I never thought I’d live to see it
I had added people to my document to publish it in case I just to happened to not be able to not be around anymore if you catch my drift
I made it. I’m doing it.
This year has been so fucking hard.
But I’m doing it. I’m here. I survived. I’m alive and I’m electric and I’m a published author and I will have two books out. Two sister books of poetry. My heart and soul. I will never stop writing. I can’t. It is my life blood. It’s how I’ve survived.
I’m so fucking happy.
being able to play songs in your head is cool and all but not really if you can't control what and when it plays so this is a visualization of me trying to concentrate while angel of music plays in my head
They should invent a way to sit hunched over doing crafts that is Good for your body
this is so sweet 🥺🥺🥺
GODZILLA OFFICIAL???
not true a perfect strawberry can drive one mad chasing a high they can never match yet alone exceed
posts a gnome wrote
im 5'9" im 5'9" im not a gnome
everyone on replies is terrified of this fact but i just think it's so sweet and heartwarming. she's holding our hand and leading us somewhere secret and we're both giggling like kids. i love her
let’s travel through the vast unknown with mama
give me a break!
it's kinda wild that it took the mcelroy brothers 13 years and 678 episodes to drop their "our great great uncle was the chief purser on the titanic" lore. if i were them i would never stop talking about that.
the man on the right is captain e.j. smith, captain of the titanic, and the man on the left is purser hugh walter mcelroy, chief purser on the titanic and great great (great?) uncle of justin, travis, and griffin mcelroy. by the way.
“McElroy was last seen standing on the Boat Deck near the gymnasium, along with Assistant Purser Barker and the ship's two doctors, O'Loughlin and Simpson, joking around. None of the men survived.” [x]
Yeah that tracks
Ask yourself: what’s good about this moment right now? Is the sun out? Can you hear birds? Are you drinking coffee? Can you smell freshly cut grass? Is your bed soft and warm? These little things are oh so precious and yet seem so arbitrary.
I hope Nael knows their poem made me cry
Rebageling again because... what gets me most about this interpretation is the softness. When I read the poem, I read it as exultant and fierce. The tiger within was the tiger burning bright of another poem’s fame. The tiger destroyed his cage, and who knew what next now that he was out.
Here, we’re given an answer. The tiger steps out and is surprised by the soft grass under his feet, delighted, goes wide-eyed with wonder, and leaps into the meadow. Here, the focus isn’t the cage’s destruction, but getting out, being out, so that the last glimpse we’re given is the tiger now tiny (and joyful!) in the distance, surrounded by the wide green expanse of freedom.
I always wonder if Nael knows how famous this poem has become.
what if it GETS her though 😥
It really is something, to watch your nation's govornment slowly collapse. Not like being in a car crash (which I have been) or watching some slow trainwreck. It's...surreal. Something between fever dream and nightmare and hallucination, but it's real and we're living it.
I put thought into it and....I don't want to leave even if I can. My ancestors are Armenian, Scottisj, and Irish. They came here, fleeing various genocides. Their own govornmental collapses. I don't want to run. This place they thought was safe. I want to help ensure it becomes safe once again. Even if that means sacrificing my dreams.
I want to be someone child me could be proud of. She was abused and bullied, and no one protected her. So I will not run, not this time. Even if it means giving up my dreams so others can live theirs.
And I don't plan to die until Trump and Elon are dead. I'm younger. The basic math alone states I can outlast them, and I am easily fuelled by spite.
And I am full of SO much spite!
She's also publicly stated that she believes that anyone who reads her books or watches her shows and films does so because they explicitly agree with her political views.
There's no "agree to disagree" with her work. Every time you pick up her work or talk about it you are saying to her "I agree with you Joanne" whether you like it or not.