“Somnium”

Day 1 - Dream

The nightmare swirls and churns unending.

Most normal day at camp

entering my florence + the machine era

i've been thinking about @saxifrage-wreath's tags for a month

The psychiatrist diagnosed me with divine madness

any other diagnoses you'd like to share?

Autism

no because when everything everywhere all at once said “‘alone I’m useless’ ‘everyone’s useless alone. good thing we’re not alone.’” and “in another life, i would have loved to have just done laundry and taxes with you” and “you think i am naive. i’ve been alive just as many years as you. this [love] is how i fight” and “of all the places i could be, I just want to be here with you” and-

{Quotes: Alejandra Pizarnik, Approximations/Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 2, 1928-9; Sunday, October 7/chen chen, nature poem in ‘when i grow up i want to be a list of further possibilities’/sue zhao/ Sylvia path / Maggie Nelson, Bluets/Richard siken/Ingeborg Bachmann, In the Storm of Roses from ‘The Poem for the Reader’, tr. Mark Anderson ,paintings: pinterest}

I was so happy to follow you for 13 years! of course, I will continue to support you🫶🥹 my forever fav driver… LOVE YOU SEB!!!!!!!!💙💙💙💙

i hear a good lyric and start mentally holding up blorbos like im in the home depot paint aisle comparing swatches

talking to a friend about their new oc like

BAHRAIN: Sebastian Vettel in an interview following Day Three of F1 Testing at the Bahrain International Circuit on March 12, 2022. (Photo by Zak Mauger | Motorsport Images)

True freedom.

Very true but why does this jpeg look like the fever dream of a dying man

My best friend loves rob pattinson and over the years she sent me a lot of articles/quotes of him, so here are some of my favourites

(there is A LOT more, this man is INSANE)

Bonus:

Somewhere along the line Pattinson figured out the celebrity interview was 95% bullshit social contract with zero penalty associated with breaking it and ever since then he's turned them into his own personal postmodern entertainment project. I appreciate him for it.

For the last decade or so, I’ve been routinely attending a ride-on lawnmower race. I’ve always wanted to participate, but the high cost of used mowers is better spent on more practical vehicles, like literally anything else. Sometimes, though, the universe sends you a message. And in my case, that message came in the form of an awkward leg of a huge trade-in scam.

Picture, if you will, the humble redneck. They await the approach of big, fast domestic mowers. John Deeres, Cub Cadets, even weird modified Chinese stuff they looted from Aliexpress. There is jubilance, but that soon comes to an awkward hush. An unfamiliar engine note approaches.

My International 1480 combine harvester, all ten tons of it, is barrelling down the highway at a clip somewhere between “tepid” and “jaunty.” Even though I have shown up for a race, I am sandbagging a little bit, making sure that the bets get settled against my vehicle before I show them the might of a fully operational monster such as mine.

Technically, there is no violation. I had looked at the rulebook from every angle in the previous year: it has the correct number of wheels, the proper agricultural intent, and with precise work on the tiller, it can even (poorly) mow a suburban lawn. Is it modified? Oh yes, yes indeed, but I see the nitrous bottles poking out from the rows of Kubotas at the starting line.

And when I leave the starting line, it is a thing of beauty. At least for a few milliseconds. It seems that the wizards at International Harvester simply did not comprehend of a situation in which the frame of their combine would be launched into the air by means of one thousand eight hundred foot-pounds of supercharger-bolstered torque. I had erroneously believed that the loose soil of the rural community would let the wheels dip in, but now I am facing directly into the sky, having twelve o’ clocked hard on my wheelie, shooting flames from my exhaust and whirling vertical blades of death towards the grandstand.

It’s not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes it’s about how many pages you add to the rulebook.

“It’s not about whether you win or lose. Sometimes it’s about how many pages you add to the rulebook. “

I am but a mild-mannered urban being and have no idea what happened in this story, but with all the Gods as my witness I am getting the above text put on a plaque and hanging it in my living room.

After deciphering this, the mental imagery is incredible holy shit. I need to explore this:

Ok so for a lawn mower race, most people are gonna show up on machines about this size

This is an average riding lawn mowers, the kind used for neighborhood lawns. A lot of middle-class households have one.

This is a Combine Harvester

This is the specific model op mentions.

This is not a domestic lawn mower. This is industrial farming equipment. It is BIGGER.

For perspective, a lawn mower would be about the height of one of the front wheels.

So op shows up to a Lawn Mower Race on this thing–which technically isn’t against the rules, since a harvester technically can be used to cut down grass.

Important to note: op has also apparently modified the engine. This isn’t just industrial farming equipment– it’s souped up industrial farming equipment. This is a Pimped Out Crop Harvester.

So op shows up to the starting line on this thing

and op GUNS it.

Here is a concise illustration of what happens next:

90 degree rotation skywards. Another fun detail is that the “whirling vertical blades of death” are now sticking out in the air, presuming twirling gesturing threatening like a maniacal edward scissorhands in the direction of audience bystanders.

And that is how you get some extremely specific phrases added to a rulebook!