it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.
how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.
chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?
how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.
"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.
i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.
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A scene that will never exist pt 3
hi so this is kind of a vent and also a therapy piece for me, I have too many emotions atm
But anyway them always them
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bsd fandom has been SLEEPING on the crazy potential of the government spies. this is unacceptable I will tolerate it no longer.
think about it: the pm was definitely not tachi's first mission as a hunting dog?? (the southern hemisphere doesn't exist in bsd but) if I tell you fukuchi sent him on a mission to south america and his cover was a tango dancer YOU CANNOT TELL ME IM WRONG HE CAN BUST OUT THE MOVES I STG IM NOT DELUSIONAL
ango was investigating some powerful ability user and was sent undercover as a housekeeper in that dude's house. hence, all drawings of ango in a maid outfit are canon, he told me himself actually.
I know 100% rimbaud has a bunch of tattoos under his coat because he was trying to infiltrate some biker gang at some point in his career. he's probably incredibly ripped under his layers of year-round seasonal depression and jackets. don't try to argue with me.
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So happy for everyone who gets to see lovejoy live in the next few months. So happy for the British people. So happy.
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