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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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Men and Tree
Hear ye hear ye
Did not the world
Deign to be
Considered one
With man and tree
And from that came to be
Dreams of existential unity
However nobody could foresee
What the world would come to be
When man took an axe to the tree
And hoped for everyone to be
Happy with the reality
Than man was greater than thee
Then all trees were axed away
The ground laid bare till bay
Man then had no shelter from day
And soon one by one
Began to rot away
"Creation is just. The values in dreams are such that it transpires before your eyes and provides an escape for the wanderlust, cold-hearted, and aching alike, though at times an escape, what is a dream if not an entrapment of your unconscious state?"
"Why the fuck are we sideways?"
Self depreciation
Your trash is boring
Your life for naught
Your entire existence left to rot
Your face is bad
Your head a pot
Your speech left everyone else distraught
Your mind away
Your face so grey
Your brain is like a rainy day
Your palms so weak
Your future so bleak
When was the last time you had something to eat?
The Cold Streets of A Forgotten River
I finish the last bite of my noodles, looking out into a cold and dusty street. The people walk past, kicking up clouds of dust as they go. The street needs to be re-tarred; the potholes have been there for years. The clouds outside show tell-tale signs of rain. I hear my mother nagging at my siblings to get ready for school because they’re going to be late. Normally I would join them in their relentless groans and complaints but today, I’m sick.
My father looks down from his newspaper and winks at me, as if to say he knows I’m faking my illness. He’s not wrong, the slight fever came from staying up all night but it wasn’t my fault. I was awake because of Its taunting. It calls to me at night, whispering into my ear, trying to wake me up. I learned to ignore It, but some nights it gets so unbearable. Nowadays I treat it like my little siblings, who can never shut up. Speaking of them, my mother rushes them out of the house to wait for the bus, reminding them to take their umbrellas because it’s going to pour.
My father leaves for work after finishing his coffee, while my mother is at the sink; washing the dishes and complaining about the millions of things she has to do today. After that, she applies her signature pomegranate red lipstick and heavy fruity perfume in front of the mirror in the hallway. She kisses me on the forehead, purposely leaving a big red stain before going off to work. She reminds me to lock the gate, but I won’t; I have to go out.
I lie down in the living room, staring out the window. When the first drops of rain appear, I sit back and relax. It doesn’t disturb me when it rains. For a while, I’m at peace. I fall asleep, listening to the harsh sound of the rain. When I wake up, it’s only slightly drizzling. I grab an umbrella and head out the door. The ground is wet and muddy, and the dirt gets on my feet. It doesn’t matter. I can always wash it off.
I head to the closest pothole and see the tiny droplets disappear into the murky water of the hole. I squat down to take a closer look. I see a boat, a traditional Malay sampan. An old sunburnt man is paddling it through the water. He reaches the edge, but he’s stuck in the pothole and can’t leave. I can’t help him either. He struggles for a while until he resigns to his fate and lies down in the boat. He falls asleep, with his hat covering his eyes from the rain.
I move on to the next hole, there I see people fishing. They sit by the side and chat happily while waiting for their bait to catch. I can’t hear what they’re saying but I enjoy watching them interact with each other. Each pothole tells a different story. Each shallow pool of water contains a history, unknown. I touch the ground, and feel it. The craving. It craves for water as a killer craves for blood.
It will never get what it wants, which is to have a prosperous, steady river flowing through it once again. The rivers of the past have dried up, and so have all the lives with it. Now it’s a road for cars to drive on, and for people to walk on. It waits for the rain to come, to soak Its forgotten streams and relish in its former glory. It seems like I'm the only one that can hear Its anguish.
Pulled out of my musings, I hear a voice behind me. Shrill and angry shrieking, it’s my mother. She’s furious as she sees me soaking wet from head to toe. I glance at the side, to where I had put down my umbrella. I grab it before she pulls me into the house by the ear. I take one last glance, at the sad, forgotten river before I go inside to pacify my mother’s temper.
Because this is apparently stick up for wolves day.
Wolf reintroduction in Yellowstone has changed the ecosystem *significantly*.
One remarkable thing that was not predicted that demonstrates how interlinked these things are:
Wolf eat elk.
Elk eat fewer willows.
Willows become healthier.
Number of beavers increase.
Number of songbirds increase.
Overall health of streams increases.
Number of fish increases.
Water table stabilizes.
This is called a “trophic cascade” and we normally see them as bad things. But a positive trophic cascade is an amazing thing, and apparently nobody predicted this one.
What they didn’t predict was that wolf predation would keep elk on the move so they wouldn’t overgraze a specific area.
When the elk overgrazed the willows, they removed the best source of food for beavers during the winter.
Once that stopped happening, the beaver population rebounded and it turns out beavers are pretty good for the entire ecosystem.
If only humans would stop hunting for sport like sociopaths
Merry Christmas🎄 | Uchiha Family Christmas Cards
Itachi and Sakura out here doing all the work while Sasuke sits on his ass all day and looks pretty
Best snowman ever! ;) ⛄
He is eager to hear your secrets
If anyone has any pets that have a name like Chunky Bastard, or Chunky the Bastard, please share them. :)
My struggle with The Void is not a light one. Nor is anyone else's. I used to have a habit of thinking that I had it worse than everyone so nobody could feel my pain. That was both true and false. Of course nobody could feel MY pain, it was mine alone. And I can't feel their pain either. Even if I get stuck in the exact same situation as them, I will never be able to feel exactly how they feel and vice versa. You may have gone through more hardships but pain is relative, not everyone's tolerance is the same. Have a little empathy; not from a hill, but on the ground.
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cant stop thinking abt ursula k. le guin’s essay abt the carrier bag theory….. she’s like, maybe the first human tool was not a weapon, but rather something that holds, a bag, a pouch, a vessel, something for gathering and storing and sharing. let’s shift the narrative of humanity from that of violence to that of safekeeping. and i’m like
and THEN she’s like, a novel is also a carrier bag. there’s the Hero’s story, sure, but there’s room enough in fiction for every experience, for every little thing, and it’s that other story, the life story, that she seeks……. o|-<
turns out the entire essay is online (thanks, Anarchist Library) and i really can’t recommend it enough
I’ve changee my Instagram username after like 9 years of having it, I feel weirdly emotional
I’m sorry but your profile picture looks like a female version of Boyinaband
I’ve been told that I look like him before
Well, I didn’t know him so I googled and-
I also kind of think he looks like @setheverman but with colorful hair
are you saying Dave is actually the fusion of you and Seth Everman
I’m saying Infinity War is not the most ambitious crossover anymore
Im gonna do something cursed
God forgive me for i have sinned
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BILLIE EILISH????
Which one of us???
yes
this is like the end of a scooby doo episode
Wait. One-time-I-dreamt had a…face?
Hey, I still have it!
W-what
This is just the best interaction on the site
I DO WONDER why this happens with every single photo of me I post
Because we forget you're an actual person instead of an ethereal being we fear and love and
When I was a kid and the Party in the USA video came out, Miley Cyrus was dancing in like sand and from then on, I thought the USA was a desert for a LONG time.
Ino: What should we do now? We have some time to kill
Choji: W-who would we even kill
Ino: That’s not what I-
Shikamaru: Hidan
Ino: Again?
Shikamaru: Dig him up, hunt him for sport
@squeakycleandurian his head is too big for a tennis racket so they played baseball instead
HAHAHAHAHA It’s gonna be so easy to find the ball with all the screaming
kakashi vows to never complain about his own kids again
