if you feel like you don’t know yourself, i recommend keeping one notebook in that you put everything. thoughts, quotes you like, cool art work, postcards, to do lists, diary entries, reviews of books, tv shows, lists of things to to, places to travel or stuff to buy, playlists, moodboards, trackers, pictures, sticky notes, tickets of any kind, shadow work, letters, dried flowers or leaves, brain dumps, gratitude and plans. everything. while in the process of filling this journal you will get a sense of yourself, of things you like and little bits you didn’t know about yourself before, esp. once you reread old entries or look at old photos.
Every Abby quote said/was paraphrased from her (I think, I only remember the ones from these episodes/live shows)
#the first one is the best ajdjshskskskala #I want her on the show so bad id do anything #i want her to make fun of cecil on the show shes the only one who could get away with it beside carlos but carlos never would #let it lie is HER personality love it #wtnv
#i’ll love you if you make me feel actually listened to if you take ur time when u kiss me if u ask if i want anything on ur way home #i hate the words “thats what being an adult is” and “thats unrealistic” #feel free to reblog i think im funny #Ask tag#anon#ask game
Are you not comftable with people with the 00's following you?
nah i dont mind — besides i cant control what anyone does and i dont pretend like i can. god knows i lied abt my age when i was a kid. thats the way the internet is (it shouldn’t be, there should be safe spaces just for kids, and places just for adults etc.)
that being said, im not a minor and so i sometimes post about ‘adult things’, which i wont be changing to accommodate anyone as this is my blog.
if you are a minor and anything i post about makes you uncomfortable i encourage you to unfollow /pos !! no explanation ever needed! you owe no one an explanation to protect your comfort and bliss, and you should keep in mind that you always have the power to curate the content you take in. unfollow, block, delete, and never feel bad/rude about protecting yourself and your comfort.
let yourself be a kid, and be safe out there!
#God checkin ideas must be so fuckin easy now u dont even gotta math in ur head #Ids* #wild to me that people born in 2003 are 18?????? #absolutely crazy even tho i know how math works #i think its important to remember that not everyone you talk to is your age — or of your mindset on the internet #Its a good rule of thumb #ask tag#anon#personal
i feel like a dad but definietly not a mom. the approximation of a dad. like an uncle you see three times a year for the holidays that You Trust. a dad to someone but certainly not you. i feel like the guy on my block that hands out pamphlets for his knife sharpening business except you’d let me hold your baby. you’d let me sharpen your knives and hold your baby. the ghost print of a dad which is really just another word for a neighbor? not a mom though
#reblogging this again bc the knife guy drove by earlier while i was having another crisis about gender #i just want certain people to look at me and see Me — to make the effort to see who i really am #and i want sharper kitchen knives honestly #one day ill approach the knife sharpening truck man #gender
I am not a poet. I am a scientist. I can measure the exact frequency of your voice when you speak my name, but I cannot explain how it resonates with such perfect clarity down my spine. I can describe the process by which you inherited your mother’s hair and your father’s smile, but I cannot explain where the twinkling galaxies in your eyes came from. I am baffled by the apparent gravitational anomaly that draws me to you with a force far too great for your size. I know of no way to quantify the volume of your presence in a room.
I am not a poet. I am a scientist. Prose is not my specialty. I will never be able to combine words to craft sonorous verses as easily as I combine chemicals in a flask, but know this – to me, you are every bit as fascinating as the view through a microscope. To me, you are a mystery greater than any cat in a box, and are fraught with as much uncertainty. Each day brings new understanding of you, and the knowledge that there is still far more to discover.
I am not a poet. I am a scientist, and there is nothing a scientist loves more than the the pursuit of discovery.
[ID: A comic
of the Palmer-Scientist household done in parchment tones. Cecil enters the kitchen with a yawn and says: “G’morning you two.” Carlos and Esteban stand at the stove, where Carlos is ladling batter onto a skillet. Carlos says: “Good morning, Cecil-sweetie.” Esteban cheers: “We are havin pancakes!!” Cecil is wearing an oversized shirt and underpants, Carlos is wearing a long slip dress, and Esteban is wearing an extremely oversized hoodie, probably one of his fathers’. Cecil walks away for a second and says: “That’s nice.” Carlos asks: “What do you want, mijo?” Esteban grins: “Chocolate chips!”
Cecil returns to the doorway, hand to his chest. Carlos turns to him and asks: “What? Do you not want pancakes?” Esteban moans: “Aww man.” The view moves in to Cecil staring, revealing his shirt is a University of What It Is shirt. He asks: “Is that my dress?” Carlos crosses his arms self-consciously and looks away. He says: “Yeah, sorry poot. The washing machine is on strike; I think they’re unionizing again. This is the only thing you have that fits and doesn’t itch me.” Esteban smiles and tries to reach up for the spatula in Carlos’ hand.
Cecil is shown against white space. He puts his arms behind his back and smiles wonderingly, a blush spanning his cheeks. Off-screen, Carlos says: “Don’t laugh.” Carlos looks away, blushing but trying to keep a straight face. Estaban’s eyes follow the spatula as Carlos moves it, eyebrows raised. Carlos says: “I know it’s not normally what I wear and- but I thought it looked pretty good. And I can’t go to work naked. I don’t think it looks that bad- right?” Cecil frowns, points at Carlos, and asks confusedly: “Wait- come again? Why would I laugh?? Silly???”
He walks to Carlos, smile gone, and asks: “Why on Earth would I think you look silly?” Carlos clutches the spatula and flusters: “Because- because- um-” Cecil reaches Carlos and puts his arms around his waist, smiling tenderly. “It’s just clothing, bunny, and you look stunning in everything. Why would this be the exception?” Carlos smiles back: “Cecil…”
Cecil looks to the side with an amused smile. “Enough of that. Our son is getting grumpy.” Indeed, Esteban looks very unimpressed and has his arms out with annoyance. Cecil grins: “He gets his lack of patience from you.” Carlos laughs: “Rude!” The last panel, labeled “Fin,” is shown as a photo taped to the page. The family sits around the breakfast table. Carlos and Cecil have a reasonable amount of pancakes on their plates, while Esteban cheers excitedly at his very tall stack. Hearts float around the table, and Carlos and Cecil look fondly at Esteban with their legs crossed under the table.
The last picture is labeled “Bonus! (Star.)” It shows Carlos smiling and wearing his lab coat over the dress. End ID]
#whenever i read ur ids im very happy to see that what in drawing is being translated visually #excellent job as always ♥️♥️♥️ Tys. #image description#Wtnv
“Asteroid,” poem assembled from quotations from Wikipedia articles
[ID: Many (many) screenshots of lines from wikipedia articles. When read together, they say:
An asteroid is
the protagonist of a tragedy.
A force, such as gravity, pulls an object into a curved path as it attempts to fly
On Frail Wings of Vanity and Wax
“I know the voices dying with a dying fall” echoes Orinso’s first lines in Shakespeare’s Twelfth Night.
In current usage, “soulmate” usually refers to
As two objects orbit each other,
each half seeks the other
Common messages are that love is predestined, that love at first sight is possible, and that love at first sight always succeeds.
In physics, the orbit is the gravitationally controlled trajectory of an object, such as the trajectory
the Fall of Icarus
The search for El Dorado
The Fault in Our Stars
Gilgamesh, driven by grief
The “Wrath of Achilles”
“How do I get out?”
An asteroid is
(“Everything Burns” 2005)
“Flight of Icarus, down into flames” & “Daedalus, your child is falling and the labyrinth is calling” respectively.
A Head full of Dreams (album) - “‘I know it’s over,’ Icarus says to the sun”.
“If you fly like Icarus to the edge”
“I am Icarus falling out of the sun”.
Pearce compared it to the earth asking a question and the sky answering it.
At perihelion, Icarus comes closer
Enkidu faces Gilgamesh
Main article: orbital decay
Further information: stellar collision
The planets bend between us
Please forgive me
As the object is pulled toward the massive body, it falls toward that body
–which means death is destiny.)
to say the name of the play inside a theater is believed to doom the production to failure, and perhaps cause physical injury or death to cast members. There are stories of accidents, misfortunes, and even deaths taking place during runs of Macbeth.
This may leave space and time as its only dimensional constants, implying a dissolution of the line between “art” and “life”;
During the September 11th attacks, viewers supposedly saw the face of Satan in the smoke billowing out of the World Trade Center after it was struck by the airplane. Another example of face recognition pareidolia originated in the fire at Notre Dame Cathedral, when some observers claimed to see Jesus in the flames.
An asteroid is
To love those who mean the most. Every life you touch
knowingly commits the same sin. He declares to Eve that since she is made from his flesh, that they are bound to one another–of she dies, he must also die.
“Icarus is bullshit, that’s why it’s called 'mythology’.”
“Soon, there’ll just be feathers and the quiet of the fall.”
and the gods will have completely forsaken humanity; “there will be no help against evil”.
In April 2018, the B612 Foundation reported, “It’s 100 percent certain that we’ll be hit [by a devastating asteroid], but we’re not 100 percent certain when.” Also in 2018, physicist Stephen Hawking
states that romantic love introduced the idea of a narrative to a person’s life and
A soulmate is a seperate entity with whome one has spent many lifetimes as a friend, lover, coworker, or partner, and to whom one is usually drawn to
descend. The word “checkmate” is derived from the Persian shah mat (“the king is dead”)
willingly offers herself to the beast and discovers he is an enchanted prince. She helps him break the curse and they both live happily ever after.
is created as a rival for Gilgamesh, who tyrannizes his people, but they become friends and together slay the monster Humbaba and the Bull of Heaven; because of this, Enkidu is punished and dies, representing the mighty hero who dies early.
became more human, and therefore,
burns, explodes, or otherwise breaks up in the larger object’s atmosphere; or, for objects where the primary is a star, end with incineration by the star’s radiation (as for comets) and so on.
An asteroid is
thought to be an expression of an ordering of the world: “instead of asking what a tragedy expresses, the derivative definition tends to ask what expresses itself through trajedy.”
We belong together
We can last forever
Can love be actualized? After conceding everything up to this point, you may perhaps say,
[according to whom?]
Too many people want to read about love to find out what love is. Kierkegaard says one must act,
knowingly choose to listen in order to feel sadness
find a truth to live and die for.
Renaissance humanist Erasmus asks, “For what else is the life of a man but a play in which men in various costumes perform until a director motions them of the stage.”