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Greetings! || 18 y/o • Loves Rocks • Cryptic • Sleeps too little • Has Familiar • Night Owl • CoffeeAddict • C.College Student • GeoScience Major ||

[the-waterlogged-writer]

I realize how i learn:

It’s similar to how i use to play pretend and i would have to dress up in order to be there,

To 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 as if I was there,

I had to act like it, to hear it-

I couldn’t be there if I couldn’t speak it,

Following the characters’ speech patterns.

Then, i add in acting it out, as if i’m there, doing the work.

That is how i learn; with sight, sound, and physical movement.

[cannibalchicken]

[memeuplift]

[witchesversuspatriarchy]

You ARE magic.. Saturday Blessings everyone

[dangermousie]

A hitman who’d abort his latest job to unhesitatingly carry you so you don’t have to walk while suffering from menstrual cramps is relationship goals. I guess there are advantages to being with a man who’s used to blood.

If this was modern day, you know Hao Du would totally run out to get you tampons when you are out and you won’t even have to ask.

What’s a few dozen murders in light of that? All the rest of the non-homicidal drama dudes, go home. You’ve been supplanted.

[persephonedes]

-Donna Tartt

[lofeel]

@denxuwument’s archive

[pitbolshevik]

i love gaboon vipers why do they move like that

[pitbolshevik]

me when im walking

[corvidable]

[spleen9000]

@catadromously how could you leave this important comment in the tags etc.

[doodle-dog-diary]

That’s the truest thing about this creature that anyone has said, ever

[big-gay-apocalypse]

same, nico, same

A-Force (2016) #5 variant by Kris Anka

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

SHE IS VERY DISTRACTED RIGHT NOW

[the-real-skye]

So many distractions in that room 🥵🥵🥵

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

I think this is the exact moment that Nico realised she’s definitely bisexual :D

[majingojira]

AND YET! She had the willpower to turn down being in a hot tub with a very flirty Elsa Bloodstone.

Probably Nico realized that they’re both tops. That can be a problem.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

She’s still dealing with her internalised biphobia

[maureen2musings]

Another Dimension

josh.perrett

[saphore]

your last words before you die are the 3rd line of the last song you listened to. what are we saying ladies?

[the-cryptid-coffee-witch]

@wasp-milk

[transxfiles]

pick an outfit and i’ll assign you a gender. you can choose whether or not you keep it.

[lover-of-gore-and-rainbows]

It told me my gender is like how La Croix tastes 😑 

@the-cryptid-coffee-witch

[the-cryptid-coffee-witch]

Me too but i like La Croix so his is probably why we are friends :3

[batmanisagatewaydrug-deactivate]

that Diana Wynne Jones interview where she’s like “I don’t understand why so many girls are into Howl, it must be because they want the challenge of fixing him” is so optimistic, like DWJ’s out here hoping I at least want to make him a more functional person as if “rogue academic turned melodramatic fashion disaster whose social skills Do Not live up to his own hype” is not a perfectly valid thing to be attracted to 

[catasters]

[ganymedesclock]

I think one of the most fun things about people’s writing is revealing the quiet, personal mythology of individuals.

I’m not talking about their spirituality or their religion. I’m talking about the things that evoke immense emotion in us one way or another that we struggle to explain why and- thus- the symbolism in our stories that to one interpretation is really only for us, if I write a scene where a character as a child eats an orange sherbet push pop that maybe to everyone else it will be an irrelevant detail, and I feel alone in the overwhelming nostalgia and softness of sun-soaked childhoods at a very specific park and a routine I used to follow for no particular reason- but I like to think it’s not, only for me.

I think that, while it’s a folly to presume to know the mind of anyone you’ve only read the work of, there is a kind of intimate exchange in storytelling. We talk often about obscure or strange trauma triggers, people whose minds have somehow condensed an abusive experience down to the sight of eggs on a plate or a particular song but only when it’s whistled- but these forms of trauma simply reflect a broader truth in human understanding. We make patterns out of the strangest things.

“Pareidolia” is the proper term often used, and, as I so often like to do with words, I chew it apart into its pieces and look for pretty fragments. Pareidolia is simply the way that we look for, and see things- patterns, faces, hands- where they do not factually exist. The things that are most important to us make soap bubble distortions out of our world. But inside of that word is ‘idol’, like an idol for a deity. I am sure that presence has other meanings, but a part of me imagines it almost as a personal pantheon. The strange gods of the life that only we have lived, and that we share at a thousand small places with others.

The god of my childhood is orange sherbet push pops, eaten in summer, earnest attempts made to lap up all the sweet sticky syrup before it drips too far but never successful, and the plastic ‘umbrella’ (really the pusher, but it was always an umbrella to my eyes) taken to play with and turn in my fingers long after the cardboard tube was gone. Perhaps, somewhere in the world, there are other people that know that particular god.

A curious thing to call divine. Just one memory among many. But whenever I see them again, it’s like turning over a page in an old yearbook and there’s your best friend who you haven’t seen, who you wonder what they’re doing now. The vocabulary of our most intimate and personal experiences are littered with ostensibly meaningless objects that held our hearts once.

If I read a story, and two people eat peaches together, lovingly described, gently rendered, I wonder if the author’s first love tasted like peaches.

[umbrellanumber5-deactivated2021]

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This.

This is why people who stay in my life are neurodiverse like me!

[nottoolateforthegame]

Huh

[thisisnotjuli]

this!! I swear I lost like all my friendships bc of this, like I had a group of friends in hs that one day I realized “huh I haven’t talked to this people in a while” and popped in to say hi and they were all awkward?? because they hadn’t seen me in a while?? and that’s when I realized that friendship works different for them?? I was like yeah I haven’t talked to you in like four months but it’s not like I’ve forgotten about y'all why would anything change, and they were all like we haven’t talked to you in four months why are you here again acting like nothing happened? and it was really confusing for me

[mimir-bashir]

YEAH! THAT!

Also I have a thing where I just put the people on pause. If I don’t see them or contact them, my brain kinda put them in stasis. I don’t think about them nor misses them, and I stay on what I last knew about them (how they look, what they study/work). So when we meet again I’m like “wait, you’ve aged?” and I have the same familiarity with them thanI had before.

[gender-snatched]

Anyway all my mutuals I haven’t messaged in forever - this is why

[official-lucifers-child]

oh my gods this makes so much sense??? there are people who i haven’t talked to at all for literally over a year and we’ll pick up like nothing happened, but for their people it’s just like…… falling apart but onesided???? i think we’re still on the same level but actually we’re strangers??

[link-the-feral-anon]

Ohhhhhh

[shark8-my-leg]

OHHHHHHHHH….

[quarra]

Ok but listen, on the other side of this, as a person who moved hundreds of miles away from everyone i knew and then became a hermit for several years, it was SUCH A FUCKING RELIEF to get in contact with an old friend and have him be like, “my friendship levels do not degrade, so in my mind we are still awesome close buddies” and i almost fkn cried. I thought he would be mad or would have moved on because i had slacked on my reaching out to him and staying in touch and doing all the friendship things. But NOPE. 800 miles of distance, depression, and life changing circumstances didnt steal our friendship and i am SO GRATEFUL.

[thatlittleegyptologist]

#came back to tumblr after four years #lottie and I immediately went like that spiderman meme yknow tags via @rudjedet

I have literally no friendship degradation whatsoever. I will not have spoken to someone for 5 years or more, and they’re still as much a friend to me as if I had only seen them yesterday. I’m just very bad at communicating if someone is not in my direct orbit. So when Sonja reappeared on this site I basically screeched into her notes like a banshee because I was delighted and we picked straight back up where we’d left off.

[elodieunderglass]

Happy to go on the record that I don’t expect regular contact and will welcome hearing from people after a long time

[ms-demeanor]

……. I just realized why cons are such a huge deal in the hacker scene and why so many of us are ride or die for people we only see every 1-3 years.

“Excellent! I will see you for three days of hijinks and then not for two years! I love you!”

[lakevida]

[lingua-mortua]

reblog to give your mutuals tiny Chilean good luck pigs

[evangelinedares]

I am Chilena!! 🇨🇱 and this is true, I have some myself!!

They don’t just come as a tiny pig, though. My mom has a really big one we use as a rice holder pot, and they can also be bigger, like this:

Chanchito < CHANCHO 🐷❤️