Hey, this is different than my always-posted comics! 

Ahoy guys, gals, & non-binary pals! In light of recent events I’m embarking on a unique endeavor and I need your help! You guys have all been really great to me thus far (and don’t worry, nothing changes at all with the comics, that all stays the same!) and I thought you could be really helpful with getting this off the ground too. This is the only time I will post about the Human Thought Collective here, so follow the project @human-thought-collective! 

The concept is simple: I’m aiming to showcase honest pieces of the human experience, without anyone having to worry about someone finding out “they” said it. A personal, entirely honest, art experiment, that anyone and everyone can participate in. Not only are you able to share your own biggest regret & biggest hope, but you are also able to read and relate to everyone else who has decided to share.  

Here’s where you come in: The Human Thought Collective is being shared right here for the first time, this means I need you to share with the people you know, too (like kind of a lot)! & please send your biggest regret & biggest hope to the address listed above, I have a lot of hope in this, I hope you do too. 

Send me a message, anonymous or not, if you have anything you’d like to say or ask about this, I’d love to talk! 

Magic is real.

My favorite thing about fairytales is they tell you that your power comes from believing in yourself and taking control of your mind. And a lot of people write that concept off as childish and idealistic, but it’s not, it’s real. We have scientifically shown that our minds can have profound power over our bodies. And yeah there are limits, but magic has limits too.

Humanity has magic, and we don’t even acknowledge it.

When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That’s the message he is sending.
—  Thich Nhat Hanh

If you are up right now, pray 2 rakah nafl for Aleppo, Syria.

Assad & Putin’s army has taken over 98% of the city and the 2% of people left are sittig with their families, saying/tweeting their goodbyes and waiting to be killed.

This is happening RIGHT NOW. And nobody is doing anything at all to stop it before the entire city of Aleppo falls.

Pray some nafl for Syria. Pray for Aleppo. Syria with its streets filled rivers of blood and murdered innocents.

Pray so that when we stand before Allah SWT we can at least say that we prayed for them once. How utterly pathetic.

When the Syrian child asks us why we didn’t stop the war and we say but we didn’t have the power.

And the Syrian father asks why we didn’t donate and we say we didn’t have the money.

And the Syrian mother asks why we didn’t spread awareness and we say we didn’t have the influence.

When the Syrian elders ask why we didn’t attend a protest and we say we didn’t have time.

When the Syrian girl asks why we didn’t write letters to our parliament and we say we were busy.

When the Syrian boy asks why we didn’t even speak of their pain or sign petitions for them and we say we were busy.

When the Syrian baby asks okay so why didn’t we at least pray? At least we won’t look completely pathetic right?

Pray nafl for Syria right now. Allah SWT is the Most Powerful and in His hand is control of the heavens and the earth. He works in unimaginable ways. Ask Him to help.

Pray for Aleppo.

Okay, but, when we send cremated remains into space do we send an explanation with them? Because I’m just picturing some aliens cracking open a satellite and being really fucking confused.

“Human guide! Our scans indicate that this probe contains a cylinder full of ash and human bone fragments. I assume this deconstruction of form is a way for your species to travel greater distances through the stars due to your limited capacity for large spaceships and distance travel. Quite similar to the Quaxilains from the Centuri district of the galaxy, though I did not know your species had reached such advancements yet. Please instruct us in how to revive your colleague so we may interrogate him as well.”

“No, dude, whoever that was is dead. Probably some astronaut or scientist who paid to have their cremated remains shot into space once they died.”

“You told us that your species buried your dead, why did you lie to us?”

“No, I said that MY family buried our relatives. Never said the whole species did it. Sometimes we burn them, then scatter their ashes in places they loved, plant them with a tree, use them to make diamonds, shoot them into space, whatever. Lotta options.”

“I had no idea your death rituals were so…extensive.”

“Just wait until I tell you about mummification.”