You Know What, I'm Gonna Say It. I Enjoyed The Minecraft Movie. Was It The Best Movie? No, But It's Not

Reminder that spring will always come back, music will never stop being created, and there are still so many books left to read! You’re alive! You’re alive! You’re alive!

why the hell am I getting so much Phineas and Ferb content on my dash

let’s be spherical with mama

The futility of forcing oneself to appear as anything; the emptiness of seeming-to-be.

You need to practice. Living is a craft, so is love.

But you are on the verge of dangerously veiling everything. The problem is not the magic, it’s that you chose the dark kind. Veil this room in light, veil this room in wonder. Understand that life is rising and falling consistently. You desire creative ownership. But do the right thing. There are days in which I want to sleep through the day. I want to sleep through the day because I want to close, to close myself to the excruciating crushing of life. I want the drug of the dream, I want to float headless. I want to not be affected by blood, pain, bones, or gravity. A rainbowed mass of vision and no form. I want to be full of the beams of fantasy. Sometimes I am like that.

I want to be so full of life. I want it so much I don’t focus. I die among other things. White wine, joints, cigarettes, too many naps, reality television, the mixing of substance. I want to feed without having to feed on anything. I want to be full without having to move. My craving for that pure dark stillness. It is a blackness made only of a blinding brilliance. That stillness which is life in its most basic essence. It is like nothing on Earth. So far here I have only found glimpses.

The witch took her sharp green finger to the fabric of life.

She could not be sure of life.

— Her Green Pedicure, Cyber Diary

there's a theory that the seven days of creation are metaphorical - to connect the attributes of the ancient Egyptian gods to a singular God. another theory is that the days themselves are metaphorical, and that each element of creation corresponds to the order of cosmic development.

there's a theory that early humans inhabited around water sources, and that eating sea food, rich in omega fatty acids, contributed to our mental development. the apple is a metaphor. we gained self awareness - and through it, existential dread.

there's a theory that our souls interact with the physical world at the quantum level, which dominoe-effects into the electromagnetic spectrum, allowing us to interact with our surroundings. isn't it strange that an electron changes its behavior just from our observation of it?

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P.D. Mood boards aren't back, but I've got some queued because I was stressed and needed a release...

I just don’t get it. How can our society act so goddamned normal about seahorses. How can anybody so casually accept that that’s a fish???

This is one of nature’s most anatomically perverse of all beasts. A FISH, like a carp or a bass or a beta is a fish, but it bent its body straight up only to bend its head permanently back down. It stretched its skull into a pipe. It tapered its tail like a lizard, specifically like a chameleon. It can also move its eyes independently by the way, you know, like a chameleon. Fun fact, it can change color to express its mood, like you know whatever does that. It doesn’t properly swim anymore. It buzzes its few remaining fins like an insect’s wings to float itself around at a snail’s pace. It lives its whole life clinging to coral branches or seaweed, which means it decided to become a “tree dweller” in an environment where gravity didn’t even matter anyway. The males get pregnant. They make noises at each other by rubbing some of their neck bones together. Every day, EVERY DAY a mated pair does a little dance and a little neck bone song so they remember which two seahorses they were. They’re a beautiful precious obscenity. Nothing so adorable ever made such a strong case against a logical creator.

They have as little skin and meat as they could get away with. Their skeleton is almost all they are.

I know I said I would bake a fancy pie but life happened, and not in an entirely fun way

Aight two people liked the pie post, if I'm feeling better tomorrow I'm making pie.