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guy who just realised the first song on breach has a war path etched in the surface and the last song has a drag path etched in the surface
something that continues to be (tragically) hilarious to me is how benson set out to be randy’s exorcist, cleansing him of the things that haunted him in order to set him free, only to become the ghost that will follow him to his grave. and how exorcisms are often violent, brutal, bloody affairs, but they can end only with loss - something has to be cast out. i wonder when benson realised it had to be him.
The sun will rise and we will try again. Tomorrow I’ll keep the beat and repeat yesterday’s dance. Tomorrow, I’ll switch the beat to avoid yesterday’s dance. Heard you say, “not today.” Pressures of a new place roll my way. We’ll win but not everyone will get out. In time I will leave the city; for now I will stay alive. Don’t circle the track, just break the cycle in half and leave your skin on the floor. Somehow we played it out in reverse. Start fresh next semester. I don’t wanna backslide to where I’ve started from. You can be so cold, I’ll try again. I’ve been here before, and I’ve got time. I am running out of excuses for why I am this way. Start a streak you’re bound to break; when darkness rolls on you, push on through. I would swim the Paladin Straight without any floatation. Even though I’m past the point of no return. But I’d rather you not be here for what could be my final form. I wanted you to show me the way around the city walls, the way on through. Buckle down, this is possibly the furthest we’ve reached. This is the last time that I try. Life is just forever nipping heals, never slowing down. Try to micro-dose to immunity but you’ll never really get it. Even now, even now, even now. Wait, did it change up? I look back in time through a telescope; I’ve been catching my reflection already looking. You and I both know how the story goes; we’ve seen it several times. I am starting it all over once again. Did I learn a thing? Intentions lack memory. Seems as through I’m lost again, a story told ad nauseam. Then the sun begins to rise; we made it through the darkest night.
I'm honestly never recovering from the fact that my last topology final ever was the day Clancy came out. Like what was that. I passed the final on Nicolas Bourbaki theory and then went to see the livestream.
Season 1 of dndads:
Ron, Darryl, and Glenn all know their dads are dead. Henry hasn't spoken to his father in years and doesn't know where he is.
Season 2 of dndads:
Ron, Darryl, and Glenn are all dead and not in their grandchildren's lives anymore. Henry hasn't spoken to his sons in years and they presumably don't know where he is.
Drew representations of the three unchained sun gods from my dream about the golden peacock trickster! Erythristic animals are so excellent
It was nice to draw again after such a long break ♥️
the new dema letter having the message “the sun will rise and we will try again” gives me major “to know how it ends, and still begin to sing it again, as if it might turn out this time” vibes from hadestown and I’m not sure if I like it
i was in a wonderful mood earlier, so of course now its very low. the hills and valleys are rough somedays