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Opuntia macrocentra
I know it's not important but MY FUCKING BINDER ARRIVED!!
That feel when every single person playing among us online calls everyone he/him pronouns. Like,, have you ever heard of they/them pronouns? That colors aren't gendered? Something like that??
Roman as a plant
So i was in art and I came up with this monstrosity of an idea @dailypattondoodle @melowmellon
I really fucking wish I can grab people from the hatch without putting them to sleep. It's big fucking bull shit!!
I as a german was very fascinated when i first heard the english phrase "falling in love with someone". We don't have that. It's just a word of its own that basically means feel love for someone.
But falling in love is such a beautiful phrase. It's like a metaphor. It's like love is this deep hole you can't help but fall into. Maybe you tripped and now you're falling. The feelings are overwhelming and you can't stop it you just have to let it happen. And maybe you're still falling after years and years because it keeps getting deeper and more cozy and despite all the sharp stones you sometimes hit and hurt yourself with when you bunp into the walls of the hole it's comforting. Sure it can feel like you're at the bottom of the whole after a long time, but as long as you're in the whole you keep digging and you keep falling.
It's this beautiful thing full of emotions and chaos and some holes are more dangerous than others and you should probably get out of them because you'll hit more sharp edges than you have time to recover. But these scary holes make life interesting and eventually it's going to be more exciting than scary.
And then there's this other phrase.
"Falling out of love"
How can one fall out of a hole again? I never really understood that. I always thought of it as climbing. Maybe the hole is making you claustrophobic. Maybe there are just too many sharp edges and you feel uncomfortable. Maybe you even got hurt by those sharp edges too many times. And without even realising it you get your stuff and start climbing. And since you have to climb up the walls now you're probably going to get hurt a few more times. Some people are just good climbers and if their hole gets too dangerous or makes them unhappy they can get out in no time. Others are scared of climbing so they stay in their hole for as long as possible even though they're hurt really badly from all the sharp stones. Maybe someone told them that a life outside the hole is too dangerous or not fulfilling. But eventually even their hole will get too small to live in so they have to start climbing. Some are hurt too much to climb on their own so they need help. Others don't get that far and are just consumed by the shrinking hole without a way out...
Language is beautiful, isn't it?
Alright now scroll to the next shit post i'm done