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andy goldsworthy || nico j. genes, magnetic reverie || fossil with geodes || jacob riis || wood from petrified forest national park || dictionary, definition of petrification || jorge luis borges || japanese hotel sign || two types of bismuth crystals

The past isn't lost because here it is between us, and here we are amongst it.

References & Links

Savannah Brown — if i'm you and you're me then... who's that?

Alessia Cara — My Kind

Rebecca Sugar — Everything Stays" - Adventure Time OST

Hozier — Butchered Tongue

Miya Osamu — "Pitons" - Haikyuu!! To The Top! (Yeah, I know it's Kageyama on screen, but Osamu's talking)

Norimune Kurosu — "Pitons" - Haikyuu!! To The Top!'

I've always seen and heard about how people wish that they could go back. Back to childhood summers and parents who gather them up from the backseat of the car to tuck them into bed. Car drives to the park and late night ones filled with the crisp night air and the low murmur of parent's all-too-adult talkings. The want to go back to this indescribable feeling of childhood and a sad nostalgia that has a resemblance of a warmth that was of not knowing better, and feeling free of what was to come. And, I understand that feeling in a way, I do. Ignorance is not only bliss but a blessing as well. But I also can't relate. When I see posts talking about the infinite sadness that is your inability to return to the past days of childhood play and sun on your skin, it makes my skin crawl. I think, 'why would you ever want that?'. Why would I want to return to a place where I felt like the pain was never unending? Where escaping was a deluded fantasy and foolish idea at best. I do miss not knowing, I do miss some of the childhood bliss, but I would rather chew on my fingertips until they were bloody stumps than desire to return, or even actually go back. No warmth was worth the hellfire I felt like I had wander the fields of for far too long. No endless play and blowing bubbles in some backyard makes me want to go back to the time where it felt like the screaming never stopped and I was an endless mistake that couldn't fix itself. Maybe secretly, deep down, I'm jealous. But I know the truth, I just can't relate because the thought of romanticizing that time makes me want to vomit. I too miss when I was without this pain and grief, when all my days were spent playing and watching morning cartoons. Desperately. But I just feel a deep sadness when I see those posts and hear people lament. My finger nails are dirty from all the crawling and clawing I had to do to hang on and drag myself through those days. So yeah, ignorance is bliss but even so, I was far too aware of the torment to desire it's return

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

"people show their true colours in life threatening situations" no, they show you what they act like when they're mortally terrified, an emotion notorious for literally turning your entire brain off to the point where people who go into those situations as a profession need to be literally trained on how to not have that happen

they should invent a new type of "staying in bed for 2-3 hours after you wake up repeatedly opening and closing apps on your phone" where it makes you feel awesome and energized and emotionally fulfilled

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine "Past Tense, Pt. 1"

Me when I remember something I said ages ago that was wrong or my values no longer align with

meme i made years ago still holds true

Must be a Sugondese joke.

i say i like tragedies and everyone’s all like ‘why do you like sad stories? are you depressed?’ and never ‘how was the catharsis? was the catharsis fun?’

how i feel when someone reblogs my stuff with a really really nice tag

Remember the 6 year old girl who was surrounded by Israeli tanks and the red crescent couldn't reach her? Her name is Hind Hamadeh. Here you can hear the phone call her 15 year old sister, Layan Hamadeh, made with the medics. She was killed exactly a moment later including all people in the car, except for 6 year old Hind who was stuck in the car with the dead bodies of her family, Israeli tanks and IDF surrounding her, shooting, preventing anybody to reach her.

That was last night (29.1.24). Today, still nothing. The fate of Hind remains unknown.

palestine red crescent ambulance team went to rescue her yesterday evening, but they have not returned as of now. We lost contact with them about 18 hours ago, and we still remain unaware of their fate and whether they succeeded in evacuating her or not.

Please, share Hind's story as much as you can on any platform. We need to know what happened to her. Put yourself in her place, how terrified she must be. Don't scroll past this.

This is Hind.

Aziraphale shielding Crowley from water

and Crowley shielding Aziraphale from fire