cause if i think of home, then i won't be alone. and all the people there will pick me up.
and if i do not believe that
then i cannot believe
that ANYTHING will CHANGE until i'm DEAD!
happy blorbo violence day everyone 🔥🪙🔥
ID: Blaseball Feed event that reads "Rogue Teams Incinerated the Coin!" End ID.
AWAKE AND UNAFRAID, ASLEEP OR DEAD
(I AM NOT AFRAID TO KEEP ON LIVING. I AM NOT AFRAID TO WALK THIS WORLD ALONE.)
Sunlight Captured in Vipsania Fortore’s Amber Jar
• [x] is made of the sun’s essence
• [x] gently warms
• [x] illuminates
• [x] is trapped within Vipsania Fortore’s amber jar
• [x] can’t spoil preserved things
• [x] is unable to help things grow
if there's one thing i've learned in all my years here,
it's that despair, is less abundant, in those who understand...
how to plant their hearts in community gardens
Oddly Specific Tarot Card: 47 of Sandwiches
ALTMeaning: Glut. Anxiety leading to waste. You were afraid guests would go hungry so you made sandwiches. Just so many goddamn sandwiches. Now what?
Reversed: Charity so extravagant it becomes a nuisance. WHAT do they expect you to do with all these sandwiches?!
…look, sometimes I get these ideas. Like tarot cards so bizarrely specific that you wonder why they’re in the deck.
No, there are not 46 other sandwich cards. I am not a masochist. Still, I can imagine other oddly specific cards. The Moose. The Ace of Pasta. Chlorine. That One Guy (No, The Other One.)
really this calendar bit of 17776 like. one of the best openings of any scifi story i have read. feeling emotions about ut.
[ID: A screenshot from 17776. The top half shows a text box with green text. It says; "Nine. I am so sorry. I can only transmit short messages. I need to preserve power and so do you. Listen very carefully. It takes 217 days for my message to reach you, and it takes another 217 for your response to reach me. Call me Ten in your message so that I know you're responding to me. More will follow. I love you so much."
The second half is a response, a text box with red text. It says; "You said to call you Ten. Who are you? Why does it take so long? I don't understand what is going on. I don't know who I am or where I am. I'm all by myself. Who are you? I love you too." The background is a red pattern. end ID]
my heart fell out while i was on a walk through the forest and it got covered in pine needles and then an osprey picked it up but she dropped it in the sea and the fish ate a hole straight through it before it was washed ashore and when i found it again chamomiles were growing in the cavity. i put it back inside of me and now the world seems stranger and more beautiful than ever
I’m torn between “great poetry” and “reblog to give OP antibiotics”