And I Don't Necessarily Believe Any Of This I'm Just Saying Words Recreationally

Just a little video I made for fun of some of the reasons I love this tiny guy so very much.

sometimes language families fuck me up a bit. like hi we used to sit around the same fire and we saw the same birds flying south and our children climbed in the same trees but then we parted ways and now we might not understand each other at all but maybe we can still recognize each others words for the moon.

“People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar.”

— Thích Nhất Hạnh

{David Levithan/ Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace, 1996/ Mary Shelley, "Mathilda," Originally Published c. October 1819/ Lidia Yuknavitch, "The Chronology of Water: A Memoir"/ Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid/ Marya Hornbacher, Waiting/ Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman/ Nick Miller/ Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998/ From the Book: Healing After Loss: Consoling The Bereaved by Imam Jalal al-Din al-Suyuti}

Humans Are Weird

So there has been a bit of “what if humans were the weird ones?” going around tumblr at the moment and Earth Day got me thinking. Earth is a wonky place, the axis tilts, the orbit wobbles, and the ground spews molten rock for goodness sakes. What if what makes humans weird is just our capacity to survive? What if all the other life bearing planets are these mild, Mediterranean climates with no seasons, no tectonic plates, and no intense weather? 

What if several species (including humans) land on a world and the humans are all “SCORE! Earth like world! Let’s get exploring before we get out competed!” And the planet starts offing the other aliens right and left, electric storms, hypothermia, tornadoes and the humans are just … there… counting seconds between flashes, having snowball fights, and just surviving. 

Alex Dimitrov, from “Love,” in Love and Other Poems

[text ID: I love August and its sadness.]

Stop for a minute and realize you are just a 3 pound brain that’s piloting a slab of meat.

My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them.

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.

Beau Taplin, “And You” (via wordsnquotes)