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in which crowley tries to convince himself that all is not yet lost, because underneath it all, he is an optimist…

me: a good story needs a moment in the third act when all seems lost

me when it's the third act and all seems lost

OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH (2022 -) I 2.07

The golden age of piracy

listen. aging into your thirties rocks. yes your joints get a little creaky. yes you can’t sleep in a pretzel on the floor anymore after a concert or a convention. and you lose some friends. but the thing is that you sort out who your real friends are and you sort out who you really are. and you get to see your friends settling into careers they like, and adopt new dogs and cats, and you find a job you can stand, and get really good at arts and crafts, and maybe that book you loved as a kid gets a movie deal and it doesn’t suck, and you learn to like new food and bake your own bread, and you realize that the great portfolio of self harm scars you all used to curate are going white with age and not updated, and half your friends are a different gender now and so much happier and maybe you are too, and you know who you are, and that it’s a journey and not a revelation. it’s a direction you’re headed, and you’re enjoying the trip.

reaching your 30′s rocks. and i’m hearing good things about what comes next, too.

i am looking into your eyes, i am holding your hand. i absolutely promise.

if you can just live long enough, your soul will build your body into a home. you will live there and you will find a way to be at peace. it’s worth the time and it’s worth the work. i promise.

it’s not all sunshine and roses      but it’s soup and sunsets and cats and not hurting yourself so much   it’s enough                                                                                                                                                

as a now almost-31-year-old I can promise you: it’s this. The hard things, they get easier. You’ve lived through hard things already and you’ve found softness on the other side of them. The next hard thing is still hard–but you’ve found the people to lean on, and you know there will still be cats and sunshine the next day. The long nights are softer–you know how to layer up and cuddle in and how to fill your heart so the cold doesn’t creep in so deeply behind your ribs. 

You learn a recipe you really like. You find the cheap little restaurants in town. You sit in the car and laugh and choose not to rush all your chores because this isn’t a race, it isn’t even a marathon. Just a moment you get to live in, and laugh, and watch a woman train her two golden retrievers on a cold autumn day while you sip hot apple cider, the seasonal offer, from a paper cup in driver’s seat.

You learn the cat’s routine and he learns yours. You let him out at 6am when he cries, and you answer him when he does cry–which means he answers you when you crawl into bed at 10pm and he huddles in close to your chest to keep you both warm.

You have a scarf your friend made. You have a pair of socks your friend made. You keep the note from a gifted necklace when you were scolding your friend telling you not to get it for you and they wrote ‘too bad’ on the card. It will make you laugh. You’ll wrap yourself in soft things that are memories made solid. You’ll have good things to hold.

You will love what your hands can do and how they hold the hearts of your loved ones. You’ll hold so many good things you’ll almost forget what it is to hate your bones.

When you do remember, you’ll cry, and you’ll feel better in the morning. The good will be come quiet and mundane and a little more frequent. It will infuse like a good cup of tea and color your life.

Your skin will start to feel well-worn and familiar. You’ll know your own heart, your own stomach, your fears and your angers. You’ll sit next to them for a cold drink in summer and hunker down with them in winter. They’ll have quiet conversations with you and everyone will speak softly and kindly.

You will step out into the sun and feel its warmth when it’s cold. You’ll stop into the shade and feel it’s coolness when it’s hot. You’ll settle into comfort and cozy niches and you will belong wholly in the moment, wholly in yourself.

You’ll be thirty, almost thirty-one, and it will be good.

From the other side, and from the bottom of my heart: I promise.

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STRANGER THINGS, ‘The Bathtub’ You’re a very brave girl. You know that, don’t you? Season 1, Episode 7

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This guy raised an abandoned moose calf with his Horses, and believe it or not, he has trained it for lumber removal and other hauling tasks. Given the 2,000 pounds of robust muscle, and the splayed, grippy hooves, he claims it is the best work animal he has. He says the secret to keeping the moose around is a sweet salt lick, although, during the rut he disappears for a couple of weeks, but always comes home…. Impressive !! MINNESOTA CLYDESDALE

why are moose so terrifyingly large

Because they’re pretty much legit surviving Ice Age megafauna and almost everything was bigger back then

his moose leaves for a few weeks to Fuck

omg i love them..