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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thinking abt how azi was truly crowley's sunlight through the millenniums. like, here's this demon who didn't mean to fall, who just asked questions and deep down he was still so good. and he is alone, he's the literally the emboidement of the first sin, and NOT by his own choosing. he's so alone and afraid and just wants a real conversation w someone, even if its an angel who'll most likely hate him. and here's the guardian of eden, who gave away his sword, that GOD gave to him, without asking a single question, to help the humans under his charge and he's kind to crowley and crowley is utterly fascinated. zira is basically the first protector, not only to adam and eve BUT CROWLEY TOO. he protects crowley from the first rain bc he's so fundamentally good and kind and crowley can't help seeking him out over the years. when they meet in rome, c is obviously far more withdrawn and angry bc of the things he's seen and was forced to do and there's az again, so happy to see him and even inviting him to dinner. everytime they met, even when crowley was saving azira, he also saved crowley by the simple act of being his friend.
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As far as character progression goes, I'd argue that the most important aspect of the RLJ reveal isn't just Jon learning that he isn't Ned's son. The most important part is him learning that he isn't Ned Stark's bastard son. He's spent all his life chasing after Ned's shadow, trying to prove to himself and to the world that he is worthy of being Ned Stark's son, "let them say that Eddard Stark had fathered four sons not three", “he was not a Stark but he could die like one” and all that. He's internalized the shame of being the one stain on honorable Ned Starks' reputation
“But it’s a lie,” Jon insisted. How could they think his father was a traitor, had they all gone mad? Lord Eddard Stark would never dishonor himself … would he?
He fathered a bastard, a small voice whispered inside him. Where was the honor in that? And your mother, what of her? He will not even speak her name.
So it's important for him to finally stop chasing after that elusive shadow. It's important for him to understand that Ned's dishonor was a deliberate choice that he made by himself, and it's thus no fault of his own. Once Jon internalizes that, then he can finally move on and ask himself, who am I? What do I want for myself? What can I be in this world, just as I am? So far, he's been unable to do that successfully because he still has an incomplete (and false) understanding of who he is.
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Hello everyone! This is a bit of a different post, but I’m going to try something… and hope it doesn’t blow up in my face.
For one more hour, (it is currently 11 pm at the time I’m writing this), it is my birthday. As a gift to you, I’m going to open myself up to Cryptid au art requests! If you have any prompts you want to see drawn out, shoot me an ask and if I like it, I’ll draw it!
I’ve had a bit of a rough day, to say the least, so I will probably go right to bed after posting this haha. I’d love some good fluff to draw tomorrow while I procrastinate in class. Please, when/if you send requests, be mindful. Depending on how many requests I get, I might not get around to drawing them all. And I won’t draw them if they’re inappropriate. I will be accepting requests until tomorrow night!
Anyway! Please give me silly little prompts to draw my Little Guys. Lil sketches to heal the soul. And have a great night/day!
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"You hold such high opinions of me, that I do not deserve.. I only hope you're not afraid of monsters."
You're scared you might not live up to my expectations, you worry that I've placed you on the highest pedestal, that I've created an image, an idealized version of you in my mind.
But I have never expect you to be anything more than exactly who you are in each and every precise second of time.
And I want you all the same, what you call beautiful and what you say is ugly.
I want you when you're lying awake alone at night, crying to the stars, when you are hopeless, crumpled on the bathroom floor.
I want your damage, your undoing, your violence.
No less than I want your good.
Your dancing and laughing in the kitchen as you wash the dishes, the carefree way you giggle as you whisper to me little secrets.
Your confidence, your gentle touch, your kindness.
I have seen your duality, I assure you, you're no worse a person than me.
The way I would be compelled to kiss you - how I have spent every waking, dreaming breath wondering how your lips would feel against mine.
And you'd let it happen, at least for a moment, just to know what it was like.
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As a bonding trip, Jazz and her new little sister Ellie go to Hawaii for vacation. There, they meet another pair of sisters, Nani and Lilo, as well as their perfectly normal dog, Stitch.
And luckily for the Pelekai sisters, the Fentons have a lot of experience messing with multiple forms of government. :)
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This library printing thing is breaking my mind.
They list no restrictions on the types of content you can print. Just a long list of allowed file types.
It's free. Up to 100 pages per day. Per day.
You don't even need a library card.
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the first time de-aged!bruce mentions harvey the batfam give him blank stares. he, as one does, immediately assumes the worst and asks alfred if he's dead. alfred is like ?? no he got married, retired, and moved far, far away from gotham lol. bruce is immediately flabbergasted as to why he has never introduced his children to his Uncle Harvey, promises to introduce them, and promptly tells them many unhinged stories.
the batfam don't quite know if they /want/ to meet him
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