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Free serotonin from Honey thr Italian greyhound
I wish to live my life like Honey, so absolutely carefree and happy that all photos of me are ridiculous.
Judging by the tagged photos on fb I might just be on the right track...
"nothing is real atoms never touch each other youve never touched anything in your life" ok. well when i pet my dog he is soft and when he licks my hand it is wet and that is far more real to me than whatevers going on at an atomic level
what my atoms are doing is their fucking business man i'm busy trying to stop my dog from eating tissues directly out of the box
nuclei don't touch, but the nucleus is not the core of reality. reality is made of electrons dancing. reality is made of bonds.
you pet your dog and the atoms that are you brush up against the atoms that are him, and the electrons that are you press into the electrons that are him, and both of them change their movement.
electrons of course are not really particles and do not really move.
you pet your dog and the electron-orbitals of your skin overlap with the electron-orbitals of his fur, and both are changed by the contact. you are not made of little motes floating alone in a void. you are a single unfathomable chord formed of a trillion vibrations, and so is he. and the note you play is changing at every moment by what you touch and how you breathe, and so is his. and atoms do not really have edges, and to touch is to interact, and when you put your hand on your dog the universe does not know that you are separate. the song expands to hold you both.
this is the money garf. reblog for untold pasta and riches to come your way
you know what really gets my goat?
el chupacabra
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This is by far my favorite costume of my favorite cryptid!
Moby Dick’s full name was Morbius Dickenson and he was the best damn whale I ever knew
You can believe in magic, but watch out.
It's fun learning astrology until you start to make broad assumptions about real people's behavior based only on their birthday.
It's fun to speculate about alien civilization until you say early cultures weren't competent enough to build their own pyramids or until scientologists stalk you for every penny you have.
It's fun dressing symptoms in mystical language like "empath" or "indigo child" until you go through life undiagnosed, unaccomodated and feeling less and less human.
It's all fun and games until Tiktokkers tell you hallucinations are actually attunement with a higher dimension and that you should stop taking your antipsychotics.
It's fun to think about possession and changelings until mom starts trying to "save" her child's soul or dad kills his family for having "serpent genes."
It's fun to see natural formations as if they were manmade until you start believing cultists when they say flying saucers are Antarctic Nazis.
You can believe in magic. It's fun to believe in magic. Believing in magic is valuable stimulation. But watch out. Remember your reality checks. There's a lot of cults and scams and white supremacists out there who want to sell you something, and that longing for magic to believe in is how they get you.
Comic by Cuddly Bats (on instagram)
Elie Saab Fall 2023 Couture
The Nymph of the spring behind our house was waiting for me. "I finished the book," she said. "Do you have more?" "Do you like science fiction?" "What is that?" "This one is about travels to other planets and moons." "Like Mars and Europa?" "How did you learn-" "The water knows."
one day itll be 2023 and everything will be good
you fucking liar
