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Sorry for the art dump, I haven't posted art to Tumblr in a while.
Another mixed media piece
A photo I did called "The Guardian" which I was inspired to do while researching the Sami people.
Quiet people have the loudest minds.
Stephen Hawking. (via panatmansam)
Codependency versus support networks
I need to say something, as a conversation with one of my gentle readers has made it clear to me that this point needs to be made.
When you are in a negative mental state, one that is destructive, static, depressive, and life threatening, the people you have around you are a part of it. They are your support network, the people who complain alongside you, who allow you to vent and who vent to you. They are in a similar mental state. That have to be, or they’d be constantly dragging you out of it, and resistant to that, you would sever ties or push them away.
Humans are pack animals, social creatures. When angry or sad, they naturally seek out people who are similarly inclined, or mayhaps the two of you spiraled downward together, reinforcing one another’s negativity without realizing it.
Whatever the case, when you decide to get well, to work toward positive goals and change, then there is a choice to be made. You cannot expect to improve and yet keep all else in your life the same. The old ways must pass with the old you. You must climb out. You haven’t the strength to climb out while carrying someone else. If you did, you’d have easily pulled yourself out sooner.
So you have two choices: ask your friends to come with you, ask for their help and offer yours as the two of you climb out of misery together. Or…cut ties.
You must have stable footing. It is critical and all future action depends on it. It is not wrong, or shameful, or selfish to seek that stability. And once you have it, you can decide if it is within your power to give your old friend a hand.
Do not hate yourself for that choice. And conversely, do not use your old friends as an excuse to remain unwell. That is absolutely essential. If your friends have become your excuse to remain miserable…well…that doesn’t sound very friendly. It sounds as if you’re seeking anything you can get, even if it kills you.
Negative attention is not attention worth having.
Value yourself enough to establish boundaries, protections, a foundation to your character. You are not abandoning a comrade. Because you two were never at war with the world, standing side by side. You were actually killing each other, and you are choosing to step away and refuse to engage.
Please have the strength to change your surroundings too. Adapt the environment to better support you as you learn to do things in the new way, just as a disabled person learns to. You are healing. You must heal.
That is not a crime. Don’t tell yourself it is, because that is the old you talking, trying to tug you back into old habits.
Do not listen to it.
Pocket Simon™ says “You are strong.”
I'm going to go sit in my corner and read this over and over again until I'm ready to face the world again.
Can we please talk about how our history teacher sent a barbie to the smithsonian as proof of the presence of man two million years ago
pleas,e for the love of God read the whole letter, there are tears streamign down my face rn
Can we please talk about how your history teacher has done this sort of thing enough times that he has his own specimen shelf in the Smithsonian
“yours in science” tho
“B. Clams don’t have teeth” is the part where I lost it.
@zozi-writes
The letter says:
“Thank you for your latest submission to the Institute, labeled “211-D, layer seven, next to the clothesline post. Hominid skull.” We have gien this specimen a careful and detailed examination and regret to inform you that we disagree with you theory that it represents ‘conclusive proof of the presence of Early Man in Charleston County two million years ago.’ Rather, it appears that what you have found is the head of a Barbie doll, of the variety one of our staff, who has small children, believes to be the ‘Malibu Barbie’. It is evident that you have given a great deal of thought to the analysis of this specimen, and you may be quite certain that those of us who are familiar with your prior work in the field were loathe to come to contradiction with your findings. However, we do feel that there are a number of physical attributes of the specimen which might have tipped you off to it’s modern origin:
The material is molded plastic. Ancient hominid remains are typically fossilized bone.
The cranial capacity of the specimen is approximately 9 cubic centimeters, well below the threshold of even the earliest identified proto-hominids.
The dentition patters evident on the ‘skull’ is more consistent with the common domesticated dog than it is with the ‘ravenous man-eating Pliocene clams’ you speculate roamed the wetlands during that time.This latter finding is certainly one of the most intriguing hypotheses you have submitted in your history with this institution, but the evidence seems to weigh rather heavily against it. Without going into too much detail, let us say that:
A) The specimen looks like the head of a Barbie doll that a dog has chewed on.
Clams don’t have teeth.
It is with feelings tinged with melancholy that we must deny your request to have the specimen carbon dated. This is partially due to the heavy load our lab must bear in it’s normal operation, and partly due to carbon dating’s notorious inaccuracy in fossils of recent geologic record. To the best of our knowledge, no Barbie dolls were produced prior to 1956 AD, and carbon dating is likely to produce wildly inaccurate results. Sadly , we must also deny your request that we approach the National Science Foundation’s Phylogeny Department with the concept of assigning your specimen the scientific name ‘Australopithecus spiff-arino.’ Speaking personally, I for one, fought tenaciously for the acceptance of your proposed taxonomy, but was ultimately voted down because the species name you selected was hyphenated, and didn’t really sound like it might be Latin.
However, we gladly accept your generous donation of this fascinating specimen to the museum. While it is undoubtedly not a hominid fossil, it is, nonetheless, yet another riveting example of the great body of work you seem to accumulate here so effortlessly. You should know that our Director has reserved a special shelf in his own office for the display of the specimens you have previously submitted to the Institution, and the entire staff speculates daily on what you will happen upon next in your digs at the site you have discovered in your back yard. We eagerly anticipate your trip to or nation’s capital that you proposed in you last letter, and several of us are pressing the Director to pay for it. We are particularly interested in hearing you expand on your theories surrounding the ‘trans-positating fillifitation of ferrous ions in a structural matrix’ that makes the excellent juvenile Tyrannosaurus rex femur you recently discovered take on the deceptive appearance of a rusty 9-mm Sears Craftsman automotive crescent wrench.
Yours in Science,
Harvey Rowe
Curator, Antiquities”
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(sorry if there are misspellings or wrong wordings. this was long and i was reading it off my phone)
“I for one, fought tenaciously for the acceptance of your proposed taxonomy, but was ultimately voted down because the species name you selected was hyphenated, and didn’t really sound like it might be Latin.“
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Hahaha haha hahaha hahaha
In a world of superpowers, you are the anomaly. After years of being bullied and being called ‘freak’, you finally can’t take it anymore and reveal your immensely powerful superpower
You can't imagine how hard it was, listening to the abuse, the shaming, the name calling. It all built up inside. Like a raging beast caged up inside me....it coiled waiting to strike.
But I kept it inside, locked up.
Until I couldn't anymore.
The day Alex push me down the stairs I blacked out...and when I woke up.
Silence.
I couldn't hear anything. Not voices or footsteps.
Highs schools weren't quiet, there was always laughter, yelling, talking.
Not then.
Just a stark quietness that was maddening.
I strained my ears, but could hear nothing.
Not even the sounds of birds calling from outside. No horns barling, or car alarms.
Why was everything so quiet?
My heart pounded in my chest as I began to run down the long school halls, tearing open door after door, after door....to the same scene.
People just....gone.
Books on tables, pencils posed across notebooks as if dropped there.
Everyone just, disappeared.
Outside the world was silent, so I walked, and kept walking. Block after block of silent apartments, tvs playing threw windows. Cars still running at stoplights, a million different signs of people.
But none of life.
I didn't want to believe what I had done.
What I had allowed to happen once again. I thought I had been stronger than my powers. I thought I could control it, but I had failed. It had just laid in wait....for my moment of weakness.
Fourteen city blocks of life just being gone.
And now I sit, in a cell of concrete walls. A danger they called me, I guess they're right. All that life I had made just vanish?
But they don't call me weak now. They don't laugh at me or taunt me. They fear me.
And I wonder if they know, that their concrete walls, could never stop the void.
The thought makes me smile.
sit on daddy’s lap
That is quite possibly the most horrifying attempt at marketing I have ever seen. Well done KFC
Whelp I’m not sleeping ever again because of this nightmare fuel
You mean…you don’t just want to stretch out on him and take a nice, cozy nap?
Maybe after a good old fashion decapitation.
Is that the only way to kill it?
Oh no! It wouldn't kill it, I'm afraid beheading would only give me enough time for a nap and to flee....before the head begins to regrow. Killing it would be far more complex.
sit on daddy’s lap
That is quite possibly the most horrifying attempt at marketing I have ever seen. Well done KFC
Whelp I’m not sleeping ever again because of this nightmare fuel
You mean…you don’t just want to stretch out on him and take a nice, cozy nap?
Maybe after a good old fashion decapitation.
sit on daddy’s lap
That is quite possibly the most horrifying attempt at marketing I have ever seen. Well done KFC
Whelp I'm not sleeping ever again because of this nightmare fuel
Artist Carves Wooden Rope Sculpture From a Tree Trunk
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How lovely!
Be still my heart
is it possible that plants have consciousness?
this is actually a small sub branch of botany thats been growing and gaining some recognition in the past 5 years or so called plant cognition! we’ve been thinking about if plants can possibly be intelligent to any degree for centuries, but the main paper that started up this huge discussion in the modern era was one called Experience Teaches Plants to Learn Faster and Forget Slower in Environments Where It Matters by Monica Gagliano, a plant researcher in Australia who specializes in it. because the results indicated that plants were possible of learning and retaining information in a kind of memory in response to environmental changes, it received a lot of backlash and denial- generally in science, that kind of intelligent reaction to an organism’s environment is a good indicator of cognitive behavior in the organism. it got rejected by 10 different journals before being published in 2014.
the experiment worked like this. i’ve talked before about mimosa pudica, a tropical plant that curls its leaves back when touched (they go back to normal in a few minutes):
this is to help deter predators among other things. but in this experiment, Gagliano used it as an indicator of stimulus and to test cognitive function. It’s well known that pudica has a rudimentary nervous system that can even be temporarily inhibited using anesthetics (just like ours can!). she hooked up a ton of these plants in pots to identical rail systems that allowed them to be lightly dropped in an identical way, juuuuust heavy enough to trigger the stimulus so all the leaves drop down when they hit the bottom (a piece of foam so they wouldn’t actually hurt the plants). every time the plants would be dropped, they would close up.
but after the plants were dropped about 60 times each, they stopped responding to the drop.
they remembered that no harm was coming from this action and decided that it was against their best interests to keep expending energy closing their leaves. they 200% learned to stop.
she decided to test it further. she put some of the plants in a shaker and let them receive a more jarring response; the plants closed up as usual. then, she put them back in the droppers and dropped them again. they didn’t close up. they had remembered that response. this dispels the obvious rebuttal to this experiment of the plants just being tired; they still closed up when stimulated differently.
they just chose not to close up when they hit a stimulus they remembered.
it turns out that not only could they remember to keep their leaves open when dropped on the apparatus, but they remembered after 28 days when she kept testing it!! apparently by the end of the experiment, all the plants had decided to keep their leaves open when dropped!!!!
how do they do this?? we literally dont know. they have no central brain, only a basic nervous system. can other plants do this???
well, adding onto that, venus fly traps can count! like. they have three hairs inside their traps, and all three must be touched within 20 seconds for the trap to close. once closed, those three trigger hairs must continue to be stimulated by thrashing prey, or the trap will reopen.
so yeah like. basically ‘are they sentient’: apparently to an extent???? we dont know exactly why or how but they are??? maybe???? sort of????? at least some of them are?? but they dont have a brain so everyones like????????????????????? maybe its through a signaling network????????????????? but like how would that even work?????????
plant consciousness is still new enough to be dismissed as crazy by a lot of biologists but like. the evidence is there. we don’t know a whole lot and its clearly a radically different kind of intelligence than we know in animals, but it’s there and we 200% dont know how it works yet or even the full extent of how plants use this intelligence (for example: does a redwood have the same intelligence as a venus fly trap?? how does it learn things and use that knowledge???)
national geographic wrote an awesome article visualizing the experiment here if you want to read more!
This isn’t even touching on the fact that plants exchange nutrients with other plants through their root networks and engage in constant “bartering,” sometimes withholding resources until they get something extra. This is all performed with the aid of fungi, and the fungi in turn seem to weigh options and make decisions that will best benefit both themselves and their plant symbiotes. Sometimes two plants even get territorial and try to poison one another, and the fungal network steps in to put a stop to it.
http://e360.yale.edu/features/exploring_how_and_why_trees_talk_to_each_other
http://science.sciencemag.org/content/352/6283/342
http://www.plantphysiol.org/content/159/2/789
Yet another plant that is absolutely awesome
You’re the grim reaper, and must arrange people’s deaths. You’re always given a few starting items, such as a car or a knife, but one day you’re given a humpback whale.
Moby Dick: Srikes again
My hair has never been this color before! I tend to gravitate to dark colors but fuck that!
The spider that bit Peter Parker gets Peter Parker powers.
In today's news: A spider is making headlines by getting a job at a news paper, and hitting the streets getting inside pictures with his tiny tiny little camera.
Dwelling
I think sometimes to much of the past Before my world began to crumble around me I get lost in a fantasy world of what is And the pearly thoughts begin to blind me Life now is hard it's true Nothing in my life is perfect But looking at my past, Doesn't make it any better How long will I be in the twilight of: What do I want to be The longer I stay here I know I'll never become anything Why can't it just be enough to be human? Without feeling like I've betrayed Who I might have been And never will become?
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