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"being in the military is hard" theres harder things. Like telling my mom she was wrong about something

I've realized recently that every time I'm asked for socials my response is sorta "oh i don't have twitter" "I'm not on Instagram much" "i uninstalled TikTok a few months ago" and this has led people into believing I'm just someone who doesn't do social media but in reality you can find me in here lets get it on cunts monday through shawty like a melody sunday, 9am to 12am, posting blorbo.

get behind me girl I'll protect you from phones without headphone jacks

westworld s4 + text posts (part 2)

something i've noticed. people seem to think the most nature-y nature is forests. so forests are always prioritized for conservation, and planting trees is synonymous with ecological activism. my state was largely prairies and wetlands before colonization. those ecosystems are important too. trees aren't the end-all be-all of environmentalism. plant native grasses. protect your wetlands.

anyway. onto better things

do i deserve back pain at this age

don't care + didn't ask + you make eye contact in conversations

YO NO WAY I JUST FOUND A PERFECT HESRT LAKE IN A DESERT BIOME

you cant just fucking mix potions bro… you mix a health and a mana potion you know what you get? purple potion. you know what purple is? it’s poison idiot. people go to magician school for this shit

the library.

ONE: The library is simply that. The Library. It has no name - at least, not one in human tongue.

TWO: You do not find the library. The library finds you. You will see it when and if you need it, no matter what. It is open all year round, every hour of the day. It never closes. Never.

THREE: The librarian is always on duty, whether you see them or not. You may worry that they are not sleeping enough, or are not taking care of themselves. Do not. They do not need your concern.

FOUR: The library, for all intents and purposes, appears to have only two floors from the outside. Occasionally, you may hear movement in floors above and below which you cannot locate. That is okay. Those floors are simply not meant for you.

FIVE: You may borrow any books you need. Do not worry about returns - they will find their own way back.

SIX: There is no visible organisational system. Feel free to ask the librarian for help or assistance - they will point you to the right shelves, and vice versa.

SEVEN: Occasionally, you may see a book vanish before your eyes. Do not be alarmed. Something else has simply borrowed it, and it will be returned soon enough.

EIGHT: Time passes differently within the library. When you leave, do not be concerned if it is far later (or, in some cases, earlier) than it was when you came in.

NINE: Ultimately, the library is a quiet place. However, if you ever notice that even the books have stopped breathing, alert the librarian and exit as calmly and quickly as possible. They will deal with it.

It's worth remembering that if ghosts are real, then you already are one.

In 1,000 years you'll be dancing in churchyard rain on some shaggy hillside and you'll think of the body you once had as a strange, short phase.

Like a bad haircut.

compilation of texts my mom has sent me when my cat is wailing outside my room and i haven’t opened the door for her yet

my favorite thing about tumblr is that when you’re blocked the website doesnt just tell you you’re blocked it pretends it’s glitching like you look at the dashboard view of someone whose blocked you and it’s like oh huh there’s no posts here! strange! whoopsie! try and reblog one of their posts from their desktop page it gives you an error like oh man there’s some weird stuff going on and you can’t reblog this… probably our fault idk. who knows :/ it’s so funny like we all know we’re blocked but tumblr is in this situation our mutual friend who is like [unconvincingly] “whhhattttttt……… omg nooooooo of COURSE not….” when we ask if the other bitch secretly hates us. 

quentin tarantino just died at the oscars (trampled to death)

El muchacho de los ojos tristes

learned the interesting but frankly horrifying fact today that, since army ants don’t have permanent nests, their queen has to travel around with them, but she’s still basically just a reproductive factory and doesn’t have any eyes so the regular ants have to lead her around like some kind of WH40K siege monster

Guide to Whole Foods

Gandalf: Hmm, I think the Shire-folk need to be reintroduced to the outside world… Gradually, though, this isn’t the sort of thing you can do all at once. I’ll just bring one hobbit on an adventure again, to start with, just to plant a seed…

Bilbo Baggins, having gone on one (1) adventure: *acquires a mithril-coat, Gondolin-blade, and the One Ring; becomes an Elf-friend, close to the Elvenking and Elrond Halfelven; orders party favors from Dale and Erebor decades later; learns Quenya; goes to live at Rivendell; compiles a comprehensive history of the First Age in Westron from translated Elvish epics and primary-source accounts; becomes personal friends with the Heir of Isildur; eventually sails to Valinor*

the internet HAS been turned into a series of easily swallowable pills for quick consumption and standardization and I don’t think it’s ‘boomery’ to discuss how the internet no longer feels like a wild wild west and has been massively gentrified for quick access to anything you could ever want or need and that next hit of dopamine. there is a difference between ‘social media bad’ and ‘our experiences online are increasingly manufactured by algorithms looking to make money from scraping metrics of data about who we are to either sell us stuff or sell who we are to people who will sell us stuff’

Writing is not about 'telling an epic story' or 'making something that will outlive you'. Writing is about going "You know what would be fucking awesome?" and then committing word crimes

Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened every day and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breath in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.

“humanity is inherently selfish and bad” bbbrrrghuhjfkg. humanity is seeing a stranger’s grocery bag break open on the sidewalk and harvesting fruits and veggies from the branch-like cracks of the asphalt for them, just because you can. humanity is helping a lost child find their mother on a crowded beach, looking for the ladybug-patterned parasol with their hummingbird-small hand in yours. it’s an elder’s fingers wrapped around your arm as you help them up the stairs because the elevator is broken, and feeling like you’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing, like this is what you would’ve been doing had you been alive centuries or even millennia ago. there will always be a heavily pregnant woman who will smile at your when you give up your seat, a nice blind man in the fruit aisle who will ask you to please pick the riper plantain for him, a tired cashier whose face will light up when you compliment their tattoo sleeve. humanity is connection