Chance/Weather - He/they - Canada - adult -- like/reblog spam is fine I literally don't care
29 March
After much consideration I think I’m gonna delete the Tumblr app so I stop wasting time on here. If you need to get in touch with me I’m whitehorses8 on discord. I’ve got like a years worth of queue left so I’ll still be posting.
Oh what’s that? You only read books with lots of “spice” in them? Well then I’ve got a great one for you, practically the whole plot revolves around “spice”. Ahem. In the week before the departure to Arrakis,
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i saw this sign in a bookstore and it made me laugh so hard :’)
[Image Description: Text of the poem “To the Young Who Want to Die” by Gwendolyn Brooks, next to a black and white photo of the poet. Poem reads as follows:
Sit down. Inhale. Exhale. The gun will wait. The lake will wait. The tall gall in the small seductive vial will wait will wait: will wait a week: will wait through April. You do not have to die this certain day. Death will abide, will pamper your postponement. I assure you death will wait. Death has a lot of time. Death can attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is just down the street; is most obliging neighbor; can meet you any moment.
You need not die today. Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness. Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow.
Graves grow no green that you can use. Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.
Buses are very tolerant of humans and not skittish at all. Trains are much less tolerant and they get scared easily … Trains hate when their way of life /schedule is disturbed. Even a small deviation will be very stressful for a train. While buses are used to it. They have to deal with cars every day so their tolerance is very high. Buses are like large herbivores. You can’t push them over or make them do something they don’t like. You may train it but they still go their own way most of the time. Very independent. While a train doesn’t know what to do when it sees a plastic bag on the tracks
Fantasy Is A Metaphor For The Human Condition, a comic about magic, and art, and speculative fiction, and being sick, and how they all intersect. Originally laid out/pencilled November-December 2017, when I was in a very difficult place emotionally as I was relearning how to draw post-brain injury.
sometimes your distress does indicate you should stop and respect your limitations. at other times it’s more of a baby aquatic mammal being introduced to water for the first time thing. Too bad the difference is so hard to tell.
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