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Still collecting the full alphabet of the ālive, laugh, loveā variants if anyone has some good examples.
Bonus if they can fit the āWe canāt ___, _____, ____ our way out of this.ā
compilation of the commentsā best hits + some of mine own.
Still collecting the full alphabet of the ālive, laugh, loveā variants if anyone has some good examples.
Bonus if they can fit the āWe canāt ___, _____, ____ our way out of this.ā
Saturn observed by space probe Voyager 1 on November 16, 1980
Credit: NASA
i love it when artists put their own spin on canon appearances/aspects of character whether its making them fat or adding features like freckles, spots or scars, or if its projecting their ethnicity onto their design. i think it is so so beautiful and i love seeing fragments of peoples hearts within their favourite characters. i think people who disagree should disintergrate btw
"oh sorry, i guess i was infodumping again" - sad, shy, apologetic
"you sly dog, you got me monologuing" - cool, strong, confident
literally any upper middle class tiktok self-identified āthat girlā in a pastel workout set with a thirteen step skincare routine and a green juice is a million times closer to being patrick bateman irl than any self-identified sigma film bro
op managed to swing a bat at 2 hornets nests in one go
ever since i heard that version of āno childrenā by the mountain goats that was recorded at a concert where the singer didnāt sing at all and it was the audience, instead, who sang the entire song together surprisingly well and coherently (i reblogged it here) itās like.. i too have wanted to go to a mountain goats concert and experience something like that. imagine. imagine singing āi am drowning, there is no sign of land, you are coming down with me, hand in unlovable handā with hundreds of other people and your voices blending together into one sea. for a crowd to take those horrifically tragic lyrics and make it something communal, something connective. it would be something iād always remember. oh to sing no children by the mountain goats in collective anonā¦ doesnāt it sound transcendent! does anyone here get what i mean
Since that link isnāt working, I found an archive.org link to the recording!
the inherent romanticism of being thought of.
the overwhelming grief of losing an entire year to sickness, violence and pandemic fatigue is settling in so id like to remind everyone that: you are not a failure, yes there is still a happy future for you, and wearing a mask is very sexy
eventually you realize you donāt want to die. you just donāt want to live the life youāre living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.
the girl on the bus in front of me was taking a bunch of selfies n i was accidentally in a few n she could see i looked uncomfortable w that so she turned around n apologized and let me watch her delete all the ones my face was inĀ ššš sheās the only person i earth i respectĀ
i told her āitās ok you donāt have to do that i just didnāt want my ugly to ruin your vibeā and she called me sweetheart and told me she wished her hair looked like mine and then was likeĀ āanyways itās just vanity. iām probably gonna take 800 more later anyways haha, sorry to creep on you like thatā
i hope bus girl is having a safe pandemicā¦.Ā
they/them i made a chestplate yesterday, sourced from an old metal bucket i found in the woods :)
november 2020
[image description: four self portraits showing me wearing chain mail, a dark green tabard, a black leather gorget, metal spaulders, a brown leather belt, and a metal chestplate. i am white with straight-ish brown hair worn in a messy bun. two of the images also show me holding a french swept-hilt rapier.]
Detail from marble floor, Cornaro Chapel, Church of Santa Maria della Vittoria, Rome, Italy, 17th century Ā Ā
The Australasian, Melbourne, February 15, 1919
Biggest failing of the internet is that in order to be vibing with my friends I have to actually be talking to them. I socialize like a cat I just show affection by sitting next to you. Ily but sometimes I have Nothing to say. Not a damn thing going on in my head
I don't want to "have" a "conversation" I want to peel an orange and share it with you
