Just
Just casually
Going feral
No big deal
Carry on
PROBLEM
The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?
SOLUTION
You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.
siphonophores will never not freak me out. stop doing that its SCARY but also please don't ever stop doing that you ethereal marine cryptid
the red shape is a person of average height. the green line is one of these freaks. btw
Ya'll forgot my favourite one
you know this fucking tune
They made it into a ringtone because it was old enough to be public domain, and Nokia (I think?) didn’t want to have to pay royalties.
… I like the full version.
are you SHITTING ME. This is one of those posts that makes you question your worldview a little bit, tbh
okay, not quite. not quite. but the truth is better.
the original tune is not this. the original tune is, however, public domain, so they’re not wrong. it’s francisco tárrega’s gran vals - check 0:12.
but THIS, what he’s playing, is the Valse Irritation d’après Nokia, also known as the ringtone waltz, written by Marc-André Hamelin, who is a terrific canadian pianist and who wrote this as a snap reaction to having people’s fucking cellphones go off at concerts.
here’s hamelin talking about it. and playing it himself.
and the instant i first heard the valse irritation, you know what i had to do, immediately, and what at least three other people i know also did?
of course we made it our ringtone, didn’t we. because humans.
holy shit this keeps getting better
you see whenever i dont understand someone's sexuality or gender or pronouns or whatever i go "ohwell this has nothing to do w me!" and move on w my day
full offense but if you're reblogging this post saying shit like "yea i agree! except if you do THIS type of thing that i dont like" then i fully believe that you need to fucking learn reading comprehension
/SOUNDS OF EXCRUCIATING PAIN/
CAN WE TALK ABOUT WHAT A CINEMATIC MASTERPIECE THE BEGGING OF THIS EPISODE WAS???
THE TREE CROWN?
THE CITY???
SOME MIGHT COMPLAIN ABOUT UNNECESSARY FLASHBACKS
THEY ARE SO IMPORTANT
THEY SPECIFICALLY SHOW US THE PEOPLE OF XIANLE
INNOCENT CHILDREN AND ELDERS
AND ALL OF THE NATION
AND
THIS IS SUCH AN HONOUR TO CANONICAL DETAIL
BECAUSE IT WASN’T IN THE NOVEL
THAT HUA CHENG WAS REALLY CLOSE TO FINDING XIE LIAN, ESPECIALLY IN BAN YUE
OH MY GJJHIJNYMJKBKNLHKN-
the story of kfc fucks me up man. the colonel founded this gas station that expanded to restaurant, the chicken at the restaurant get popular, makes KFC, it gets big and he sells it to a corporation for a lot of money. realizes he got sorta scammed out of the true worth of kfc so tries to get more money and they refuse and the courts side against him. then he starts a new chicken restaurant claiming the corporate people were not making chicken to his standards and kfc sued him because kfc owned the colonel's likeness and the courts agreed. a corporation owned this man's name and appearance. he wasnt allowed to use either, thus legally erasing his reputation making it harder for him to get taken seriously in any food venture. the man, to the day he died, was going into kfc's and throwing fits because the food had fallen into such bad shape he hated it was associated with him. and it's like, whether he's a bad man or a good man or whatever, a corporation owned his identity, stopped him from using his reputation and identity in other businesses, and refused to acknowledge his outrage that they changed his recipes and still attributed it to him. this is literally the obnoxious plot of a jay and silent bob movie, but it was this dude's real life. what the fuck.
Raising kids in a walkable town really underscores the inconvenience and dependence of cars as well. The reality really is completely opposite from the belief. It’s hard to really get across that using a car is a barrier/limiting factor when you have babies and small children. And it’s hard to get across what a much higher quality of life you have when the stuff you access most often - daycare, school, train station, coffee shops, toddler groups - is within a ten-minute walk, so you just wrap the baby in a carrier, fall into step with a friend and go do it. I think that car-centered parents in America are living a much harder and more isolated life, and I’m sure it ripples outward from there. I think that the children in turn have more independence, more relationships, more control, more feeling of ownership of the spaces they move through.
abandoned space elevator
Accurate recreation of me when I said "Oh wow thats a pretty picture I wonder where they took it at" and then scrolled down to see the tag #pixel art
my mum forbade me to say anything to my dad about the top surgery thing, and it's just hit me how funny it would be if i got it done and didn't tell him and just waited for him to notice. i mean, what's he gonna say? "didn't you used to have tits?"
"reverted based on user feedback" is possibly the best way to refer to top surgery i have ever heard
When my partner had top surgery, as he was coming out of anesthesia in the recovery room, I dumped two of these out of a paper bag onto his bedside table and said "The doctor said you can keep these, if you want. Like when you get wisdom teeth pulled." The nurse laughed so hard she cried.
I don't know why this keeps happening but I keep meeting toxic heterosexual couples who experiment with polyamory and are heavily into funko pops, board games, Disney princesses and Burlesque stripping and the man is always a withdrawn bearded dude and the woman is always a passive aggressive control freak with an Etsy shop that sells lawn gnomes styled after Dr Who characters and they don't really even seem to like each other but they're always exactly the same. this has happened four times
just smoked a full joint and i feel completely sober? what happened
Your high was randomly assigned to someone else it seems