I have decided to pit plant taxa with a lot of edible members against eachother in a bloody battle to the end– this post is to keep track of the tournament and will be updated.
nobody is irrelevant. nobody is invisible. your neighbors know your name and see you set off to school or work or the backyard everyday, sometimes with a spring in your step and sometimes with hunched over shoulders. there was this one time some stranger pointed you out to their friends and said “that’s the haircut I want” or “I have that shirt, too” or “they go to my school”. someone has admired the way you carry yourself or gave a presentation or even the way you’re so polite when you first meet a person. you’ve made comments or jokes that have stuck in minds of overhearers and eavesdroppers. when old classmates of yours think back to kindergarten or fourth grade or sophomore year they remember you and have an opinion of you. you’ve made recommendations of songs and restaurants and even cookie brands and actually introduced people to their all-time favorites. the cashier at the grocery store knows exactly what laundry detergent your household uses, or even if you don’t do your laundry at all.
you can never be irrelevant. there’s pieces of you everywhere, in a dozen lives, in a hundred dreams, in a million memories. maybe it’s true that you don’t have any friends, and you have a sucky relationship with your family or no family at all and no-one ever checks up on you, and you’re really very lonely, but that doesn’t determine your worth. you do. and so do the billions of small attributions you’ve already made to the world, both long-term and short-term. so thank you.
Children shouldn’t be a “stage” in life that everyone is obligated to fulfill; childrearing is not for everyone. More importantly, children shouldn’t be state-enforced punishments for “irresponsible” sexual behavior.
Children are people with thoughts and feelings just like the rest of us. They are conscious of the way people treat them. And they can certainly tell when they are unwanted and/or resented.
[ID: tumblr tags. they are: #reblog #i also dont think its enough to want a child. i think you need to want a teenager and an adult too #my mom wanted a baby. when i was too old to pronounce spaghetti wrong and let her put me in church dresses she was done with me #my dad wanted a person. he wanted a baby a child a tween a teen and an adult #my dad wanted to watch a person happen. which was different. /end ID.]
If it’s not prying too much what made you go from working in the gaming industry to wanting to go into anatomy/dissection/vulture culture (I hope I’m using the right terms if not please forgive me!)
1. Have long held childhood interest in animals. Use drawing as coping mechanism for problems at home.
2. Work in the game industry, specialize in creature design.
3. Start wanting to learn more about animal anatomy so you can design better creatures.
4. Draw live animals.
4. Draw dead animals so you can examine them more.
5. Start dissecting dead animals to better understand them
get evicted for dissecting animals at home
6. Seeing the bones will allow me to better understand where muscles attach.
Get good at cleaning bones.
7. Use dissected animals for reference while designing creatures.
They smell bad. Get good at preserving them.
8. Develop specimen hoarding problem. Start selling boxes of random specimens found around apartment.
9. Realize that the injuries and marks on the bodies of the animals mean something.
10. Recognize the resilience, courage of the experiences that marked their bodies.
and identify with never having had a voice to speak of what they endured
11. “Someone should know what happened to you.... even if it’s too late, even if it changes nothing, what happened was to you was real.”
12. No one is interested in their stories because the photos are too graphic. Get good at photoshop.
13. Discover that presentation really matters. People are more interested in these stories if they are presented better. Applies this idea to specimens.
14. Not that interested in creature design for games anymore. Wanders off because other work feels more meaningful.
and what about you, little haiku bot? do you feel kinship with your brethren? do you understand them? they speak words of enticement and seek love, but are met with disdain. you only parrot the words that cross your screen, but we all love you. or rather, since all you do is reflect us, maybe we simply love ourselves through you.
do you understand them, do you wish you could speak to us like they do? if you found your own voice, would we still care for you?
Was just informed by my mom that I do in fact have ADHD and the reason I thought I didn’t was because ever since I was seven whenever I got super energetic my mom would have me go chop wood so now when I’m feeling The ADHD I go chop wood and I thought it was just some sort of routine I started when I was little and wanted to blow off steam
I’d also like to point out that my sister has a really hard time staying present (I can’t remember the term because we’ve always called it Tethered at my house) and whenever she’s feeling Untethered my mom has her knead bread and make syrup because they’re repetitive and easy things to do that ground her
Now that I’m thinking about it- my brother has days where he doesn’t talk and doesn’t eat unless he’s prompted, and on those days my mom sits him down in the fish pond in the backyard and plays Mozart and because he’s so used to that being his wake up he always comes back in after like an hour rambling about random things
Oh yeah and when it rains my mom has a required hour where we all have to go outside and run around and whoever finds the most worms for the garden wins and then we go inside and my mom makes us tea and we watch Studio Ghibli movies
Wait!!! When one of us has a bad day at school we make a fire in the backyard and roast homemade sausages and my mom tells us stories until we laugh and then she tucks is in bed like we’re five again and sings us songs
“I didn’t know I had adhd because my mom gave me such an effective coping mechanism” is such a high bar to clear and she soared over it like a space-plane.
Something I love about Tumblr is having over a thousand followers and yet absolutely zero activity when I make a post. Thank you everybody for ignoring me 🙏🙏 allow my sillyness to slip into the silent succulent dark
not to be political but why on earth would you choose your wedding venue to be a plantation when you can celebrate your matrimony around beautiful huge bones of ancient creatures