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#life is complicated
pratchettquotes · 9 months
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Susan leafed frantically through the books.
Life wasn't simple. She knew that; it was the Knowledge, which went with the job. There was the simple life of living things but that was, well...simple...
There were other kinds of life. Cities had life. Anthills and swarms of bees had life, a whole greater than the sum of the parts. Worlds had life. Gods had a life made up of the belief of their believers.
The universe danced toward life. Life was a remarkably common commodity. Anything sufficiently complicated seemed to get cut in for some, in the same way that anything massive enough got a generous helping of gravity. The universe had a definite tendency toward awareness. This suggested a certain subtle cruelty woven into the very fabric of space-time.
Terry Pratchett, Soul Music
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dumblr · 2 years
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Someone: Can you multitask?
Me: Yes, actually I'm losing my mind and chilling at the same time.
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jo-march-wannabe · 2 months
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I FORGOT WRITING REQUIRES VULNERABILITY!!! NO FUCKING WONDER I STOPPED WRITING FOR SO LONG!!!!!!
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astrxlfinale · 10 days
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Innocently coughs.
"Woops, did I do thaaaaaaat?"
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kickthecan-revolution · 10 months
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Don’t ever try to lie to me when your rent is returned for insufficient funds two months in a row, and then you don’t follow up when you say you’re going to just to let me know what is up…and you have the money, you own like, 4 businesses. This is the face you’re going to get.
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paigeypaige19 · 11 months
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“The longer he lived, the more Tyrion realized that nothing was simple and little was true.”― George R.R. Martin, A Clash of Kings
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cricketcat9 · 5 months
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Two cats, and now
also a sourdough starter left by a friend who is traveling; I’m supposed to “feed it” every week or so, and each time I freak out that it may be dead. It isn’t, because it’s making some bubbles after I feed it. There’s also more and more of it. It’s apparently some precious thing that comes from Alaska and lives already for 50 years or so. The bread made with it always had what we call in Polish zakalec… a layer of underbaked dense dough at the bottom of the bread (is there a name for it in English?), which the owners of the Pet Starter ignored and made everyone applaud the dubious deliciousness of the bread.
Starting sometime today I will also have in my care a bunch of good bacterias which I’m not supposed to kill. The feeding will happen automatically every time I flush the toilet, but they don’t like regular detergent, harsh chemicals, etc. Switching to everything biodegradable… and laying a lot of cement into the pipe to the town sewer. If this does not work on the flooding, I’m doing to the mountains and become a hermit.
Life is complicated 🥺
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killjoy121710 · 7 months
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Wondered out loud for the first time about possibly being some type of aro and my coworker immediately went “oh you weren’t there yet?” Bitch??? No I wasn’t 😭😭😭 not fully anyways but thanks for reinforcing lmao
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futureless · 2 years
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honestly bro i have no fucking clue what to do w my life & it’s so weird but growing up suicidal i always just had this idea that one day i’d finally succeed & end it all so i didn’t really plan for a future & now i’m 24 & still have no desire to do this shit & i feel like im just existing in a world where nobody understands me & i always get the shit end of every stick & always end up with the broken parts of people that i didn’t break & i never even planned or wanted to be here …
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neverbeenshithtx · 2 months
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decisions decisions..
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i'm a girl who's a boy who sort of wants to want to be a girl but is deeply unhappy with the reality of being one bc. i'm actually a boy. hope this helps
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alirhi · 2 years
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Rewatching the first Iron Man has me thinking about the early MCU, my favorite (and least favorite) characters in it, and why.
Mainly it's about why I have hated Steve Rogers for so long (and still find MCU Steve irritating, though I've grown to love a version of him that lives in my head so I can properly write about Bucky lol). I won't get into all my issues and biases right now (and yes, I freely admit I was biased against "Captain America" long before he ever appeared on my screen, but that's a whole other thing). It's late, I'm tired, and that would be a very long post I just don't have the energy for. I'll just cut right to the thought nagging at me as I watch the climax of Iron Man:
"You're not the guy to make the sacrifice play..." Fuck you, Rogers. Yes, Tony Stark has an ego, but in phase 1 he's not nearly as selfish as they later write him to be. A dick, yeah. That's part of what makes him fun. He plays in the gray and I love that.
But in his very first appearance in the MCU, we see him willing to die rather than give his latest WMD to the people holding him hostage, deceiving them (also high risk of death) to build the suit and the mini arc reactor to power the suit and get himself and Yinsen out, not just to keep the shrapnel out of his heart, and at the end of the movie, pretty sure he'll get fried and die, he tells Pepper to fry the roof to stop Stane. He had no way of knowing he would survive that and he didn't care. Stopping the psycho was more important.
Oh, and the Mark 1 suit/arc? Anyone remember this bit? "That could power your heart for 50 lifetimes!" "Or something big for 15 minutes."
15 minutes. There was a chance he'd deplete the reactor and the shrapnel would enter his heart and kill him in fifteen fucking minutes and he still didn't even hesitate because taking out the bad guys and getting Yinsen home to his family was more important to him.
There's a lot more nuance to all of this, obviously. I will never try to make the argument that Tony Stark is a saint. Not even close. He's flawed and messy and that's why I fucking like him. But...yeah. Yeah he really is "the guy to make the sacrifice play." He's done it.
Side note: most of my non-bias-related distaste for MCU Steve has more to do with shitty writing and terrible corporate decisions than the character himself. Cap stans just...piss off. I'm too tired to argue.
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jo-march-wannabe · 23 days
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Wisteria Blooms
I was walking home today when I realized the wisteria hanging from the tree on the hill had already started falling off.
I had meant to take a picture of it last week because I thought it was so pretty. I didn’t think it would be gone so soon.
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I wonder what else I’ve missed my chance to do because I didn’t think it was the right time.
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anitha-witchlady · 1 year
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the comfort of dysphoria
the comfort of dysphoria
Anitha-witchlady
they say there is a certain comfort in being sad
and the same can be said for dysphoria.
this comfort is not a pillow or plush
rather it is that which is familiar.
I want to stop not caring about how I look
but all my life spent as a man cannot be ignored just like that.
sometimes I revert to being a man
even though I've never liked or appreciated it.
one day I want to be a woman full time
not existing just in picrews or in crossdressing
but I cannot get there now.
for me I couldn't care one whit about how I looked
until I realized I was a woman.
years of silent jealousy from afar culminated in this.
woman that word was a revelation.
finally explaining why I felt left out
whenever my mom did henna.
finally explaining my curiosity
when my girl cousins did nail polish.
finally explaining my longing
for jewelry of my own.
finally explaining my desire for soft skin.
finally explaining my discomfort with
almost everything macho and masculine.
and finally everything about my soul made sense.
Thank you for all the likes that I've garnered over my hiatus! Hope all of you enjoy this!!! :)
-Anitha
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markerbirthday · 7 months
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poem #7,390
Looking out the window, to the sky, I know I love you and I could be with you forevermore.
And I don’t know if you know that or want that
But it’s the hope that curls inside me
Makes my stomach twist
Warps my mind to its original design
But what can I do, as I always say
As you always listen
Too good to me
Hand clawing from the dirt
Reach for the skies
You could never not be beautiful to me
I would bury myself to see you smile
My love my love, can I say that?
I don’t want to overstep
I never want to hurt you
Understand that at least, I ask
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guardiandae · 1 year
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*exits work at 11pm*
*watches a beat up truck with mismatched doors go wheezing through the intersection*
(narrating to myself aloud) "Ah. It's the Beater Hour. The time of night when all the illegally stickered vehicles come out."
*looks to the other side of the intersection*
*squints Judgingly at the jeep sitting at the traffic light with no headlights on*
*headlights turn on. Turn off. Driver exits vehicle, cursing to himself and pops the hood while muttering 'this is ridiculous' and fixing something, then gets back in*
*watches the jeep, also beat up and with mismatched doors, go wheezing away through the intersection*
not sure if impressed with myself for being so right, or unsettled 😅
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