Debby

hate how so much of adult friendship relies on updates, experiencing your life through pictures and tidbits. we had it good with childhood friends, could spend years and years basking in the same circumstance. now i just float through clouds of strangers, hungry for something solid and warm. yes i carry your heart within mine, yes i see the world through your eyes. but in that very moment i still feel alone, still know it's poor substitute for same room, twin smiles.

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When an archer is shooting for fun He has all his skill. If he shoots for a brass buckle He is already nervous. If he shoots for a prize of gold He goes blind Or sees two targets – He is out of his mind.

His skill has not changed, But the prize divides him. He cares He thinks more of winning Than of shooting – And the need to win Drains him of power.

Zhuang Zhou (369 BC - 286 BC)

AND THE NEED TO WIN DRAINS HIM OF POWER

me looking at my research, my research looking at me, me looking at my research, my research looking at me, me looking at my resea

Me looking at my tumblr knowing I should work on my research, this post looking at me, me looking at this post, this post looking at m

piplup grain entrapment

piplup cares a lot about his work

piplup reports on the company's finances. layoffs are inevitable.

piplup takes a sick day

piplup considers some jorts

piplup forgives his father.

piplup goes grocery shopping

piplup jumps your battery

piplup lights the menorah

piplup sees the pale blue dot

piplup catsits

piplup hides a zombie bite from you

piplup studies plein air

piplup goes overboard at shopping therapy

piplup tells you it's a fiction. we made it up.

The site is '12ft Ladder' found here:

Reblogging this on ALL my blogs because holy shit is it useful

Winter tore open Autumn’s throat and whispered in her ear.

“Sleep, my dear. Once more the earth belongs to me.”

where's that quote abt like. being embarrassed abt the thinness of ur life the way ur embarrassed by a threadbare piece of clothing. bc like yeah

Olivia Laing

The notes get 0 stars in reading comprehension

𝖠𝗋𝗍 𝖻𝗒 𝖠𝗇𝗇𝖺-𝖫𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖲𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖺𝗇 | 𝖨𝖦: 𝖺𝗇𝗇𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗋𝖺_𝖺𝗋𝗍

I loved when AI art could never be anything but AI art. the dreams of a computer. now it's all boobs and photorealistic women doing bad kink. but I remember you. I miss you. I love you, Secret Horses.

remember what they took from you