despite the weather, it gets better

I have to say that “warm gentle glow emanating from the shell of a turtle” is without a doubt my favorite genre of lamp

[ID: Lamps shaped like turtles in a variety of colors, edited onto a plain white background. End ID]

"don't live in the past" okay well the people I loved are there

as if nature isn't the most prolific storyteller out there!! with her layers of sediment and mountain-top fossils. with her trodden down paths and carved out river beds. with her fresh springs and billowing waterfalls. rotting branches and hollowed tree trunks... creeping coastlines and collapsing cliff faces... a living record of time immemorial; both an archiver and witness!!

everyone talks about one-hit wonders, but no one seems to think about two-hit wonders. neon trees released “everybody talks” and “animals” and then fucked off forever. LMFAO released “party rock” and “sexy and i know it” and then apologized and left the radio. many such cases, all of which are deeply fascinating to me

on loving your siblings

I feel so bad for people who think cats don't love you. cats are such incredibly loving creatures and u have never felt the joy of being loved by a cat

you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out

fiber arts really is such an insane category of Things in how it can draw you in. like, 6 or 7 years ago i learnt to crochet and made a few terrible hats and scarves. then i learnt to knit because i wanted to knit a scarf for my friend (now fiance :D). then i realized it should be a woven scarf so i picked up weaving instead, but i still really liked knitting so now i was doing 3 crafts. somewhere along the way i started dyeing yarn as part of my kitchen experiments, and then i was like fuck it i wanna make my own yarn ! and that is where the problems happened. in the span of like 5 years ive acquired like $2000 of various tools (spinning wheel, combs, cards, blending board, several looms, etc), bought dozens of fleeces, and now my bedroom is basically a craft room with a bed, i have wool covering every flat surface in there as well as a huge dresser full of wool and several large drawers full of wool, i meticulously scrape every last bit of avocado out of the peel so i can use it to dye fleece, and i don’t go anywhere (including in my own house) without at least 2 knitting projects and a spindle.

im not complaining or anything, but the rapid shift from ‘guy who does stuff, idk’ to ‘guy who is worryingly obsessed with wool and will infodump at length about medieval sheep husbandry and the history of nettle as a textile if you give him half a chance’ is like. extremely funny to me.

I used to be 21 but now I'm 24. so you can understand why I'm so freaked out

me consuming fictional work after fictional work to distract myself from the fact that i exist: i can have little a escapism. as a treat.

it’s clear to me when someone hasn’t experienced the joys of a bagel with cream cheese

Truly something how comforting the LOTR movies continue to be after 20 years and eighty million watches.

Also deeply glad that they made this trilogy a) before the era of irony-poisoned grimdark, as I shudder to think what it would be post-GOT, and b) when cinematographers believed in letting us fucking see what was going on in night battle scenes.

i will never stop thinking about this poem my greek professor showed us

This is so powerful.

beautiful caffeine on an empty stomach I'm going to live forever

hopital

grief is so crazy like what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. does she know i loved her. i miss her so much. i catch myself doing things she used to do. i wish i could call her. i miss her so much. i do a crossword puzzle. i cry while washing the dishes. does she know i loved her? my heart feels like a hummingbird. i miss her so much. what if i forget what her laugh sounds like. what if i forget.