"Vegetarian Vampires" (1962)-María de los Remedios Alicia Rodriga Varo y Uranga (1908 – 1963) was a Spanish-born Mexican surrealist painter
if we could read minds I still don't think we'd understand them.
like I've spoken to people who think in images, who have to translate each thought into words before they communicate. and I think entirely in words, laid out across the void inside my head. my father's thinking is 3d, concepts structured in ways that are incredibly difficult to translate into words. and how would that look to me, if I could see into it? how do I perceive a thought that my mind cannot contain by the nature of their construction?
we all speak a private language to ourselves and we are always translating so we can speak to each other...don't touch me I'm emotional
Like the cities built on top of each other. Or the layers of plaster on top of the walls in every home. Poison or taint or dirt finds a place among what we build. The dead do not leave us. But the past is gone. And all the pedestrians walk on the outlines of stair steps ancient. The first one to come is never the eternal one. Nooses populate the underground but the ropes rot along with the bodies. I held mass in the catacombs, when the holy man never existed nor the reverent. There are no relics to salvage, just the dust about the cracked stone that might’ve been the foundation for a lost home.
I hate the future man this shit sucks so much
they really are out here wasting gold, copper, pcb, and all sorts of tech resources just to overcomplicate and Reinvent the Window
donating to Wikipedia is so funny. I had a prepaid gift card I wanted to kill off so I donated like $2.11 and got a reply email that was just "Thank you so much. I owe you my life. You are the most important person in the universe I love you" and then dead silence for a full year before "hey... last year.. you gave us two dollars. It was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for us. Would you possibly be willing to do it again? No worries if not. Sorry to bother you. I love you"
dni if you have no whimsy and no joy for the miracles found within the mundane
what does this mean help
It means get sillay or perish
kitbulls
me: i really dont get why non-floridians lose their fucking shit when they see a beach. it’s just sand and water. who gives a fuck
also me: *sees one (1) mountain* ohohohoohohohohoh holy SHIT holy fuck that’s a big fuCKING ROCK
i love this post. i have never related to anything less
me, grown up in the Cascades range: *sees open plains*
me: oohhoh no. no ba.d . where . are teh rocks. wheres the woter. oh god it’s just drit everywhere for a million miles I need TREES dammit where are my lumber guardians
Me, grew up in Nebraska, the Great Plains: *see a forest*
Me: wHy ar e there s.o man y trEes??? They all g.ott so BiG wher is th skY
Me: Grows up in Boston, mostly travels to cities and Central America: *travels to the Southwest*
Me: where is everyone? Where is everything? What great calamity flatten this world?
derinthemadscientist
Me: Grows up in rural Australia, travels to Europe: Green? How so much green?? Paddocks aren’t green! Why is it full of green grass like a cartoon??
Me: Grew up in the American Midwest *arrives on the coastline of any ocean, sprinting up and down the beach very fast* SHARKS? SHARKS?SHARKS? SHARKS? SHARKS? SHARKS?
Monkey very excited about exploring new biome.
I feel like the only person not tempted to use ChatGPT like it doesn't even occur to me as an option
Anyway shoutout to the person next to me who just got GPT to do their whole essay. I know you're in the trenches.
“When I ask you about your first love I am always secretly hoping that you will say your own name. Now, wouldn’t that be beautiful – to above else have a heart that was proud of itself.”
— Bianca Sparacino
you ever accidentally create a recurring theme in your writing. you start putting together an outline for something you’ve never written before and get partway through planning, rearrange the pieces, and go “GODDAMMIT THIS IS ABOUT GRIEF AGAIN”? because let me tell you,
“Please don’t, above all, plant me in your heart. I grow too quick.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke
Couples t shirts that say “I bet on losing dogs” and “losing dog”
and to be loved is to be changed :)