like-swimming

anonymous asked:

What I love about Taylor is that she says that the only person she's competes is herself, different than what Ed is saying and every other artist that competes with Taylor or Adele. It's not healthy because you're bound to be disappointed.

yeah i agree with you. That is a really smart way to look at it, i think. It is kind of like in track or swimming, or any individual sport, where you are trying to beat your own times. Sure there are the world/state/country records or school records to try and beat, just like “most albums sold” records or # of #1 hits, or whatever, but ultimately if she is just trying to do better than she has before - and however she may want to quantify that is up to her - that is all one can really ask of themselves. 

a very healthy approach. 

good things

All of my friends in Burlington got sick within a week of each other, the way we would in college through the thin woods with our hands that reached for each other all the time, and I finally got it this weekend, waking up suddenly not able to breathe. I thought of it like the postman, like how I cried once from happiness in late summer when I saw him turning his car left along the street near the pharmacy and heading for the lake when I had signed something for him at the hotel earlier in the morning, one of the sweet dumb days this summer when everything about Burlington made me sing, the smallness of it, how you could see someone twice in one day. We gave our colds to each other the same way. When I came to work I I felt like I was swimming through a deep tender sea.

I heard the 1975 sing “Somebody Else” on the radio once when I was driving through Winooski, the ferociously ugly little town that wriggles next to Burlington and eventually becomes a hill, and then I heard it every time Matt and I drove home, a tremendously good nighttime song with its synths blaring like stars and nighttime in Vermont being like a hidden shape, the black edges of trees and nothing but moonlight. Matt said, If a time traveler from the eighties heard this, they wouldn’t know what that line meant – ‘I’m looking through you while you’re looking through your phone’. We let it sweep us north, a couple of astronauts searching for the truth. 

I don’t want my shyness to prevent me from having a good life even though I feel myself growing smaller and smaller at work til I fit in the nest of what can be done, even though I know my whole life isn’t work. I invited my new roommate out for drinks and she said yes and we live so close to the center of town now that we walked around the corner and found a place that was playing music. I always think new people will be boring, a way to punch first since what I’m really afraid of is that I will be. We went to a bar full of lamps hanging from the ceiling and jutting out from the walls and a small band on a makeshift stage was playing Tom Waits covers. The girl singing was the kind of girl I’ve envied all my life, with light brown thin hair and jeans that closed perfectly around her ankles and an easy way of speaking or dancing when the music stopped. You know, somebody who wasn’t shy. I said this to my roommate and then we talked very tenderly to each other for a bit, about feeing lesser. I said, you know I thought my whole life that the reason I wasn’t happy was because I didn’t have a boyfriend but now that I have one I’m still anxious all the time, life is still hard. She said, yes it’s true life is very hard. My mother says that all the time, no escape from the sadness of life. Better to take suffering as a given and really accept it and stay there for a time til it passes and comes again, to touch it like a necessity and not a disruption. (I said, I do! but my mother said, No you don’t.)

I saw La La Land the other night, my first romantic comedy since being in love this year, and still cried at all the parts I would have if things were different, maybe with even more vigor. It still feels weird to be loved. I cried at the scene where Emma Stone sees Ryan Gosling play piano for the first time and her whole face slowly changes and even though you can’t see him you know he’s there, you feel it through the changing shape of her face in love. I would like to spend my whole life looking, not being seen. Myself half-arched, twisted in love, it would keep me interesting. Now I eat breakfast with someone who looks at me right back. Walking back from the beach over the summer, before we said we were in love, I was carrying my shoes and there were vines growing earnestly through the fence and though it was almost dark my heart felt red and I cried then too, a different kind, feeling very sure. 

Races: Mammubs

Sharing the Secret Sea with the Amphibiblubs are the Mammubs, a race of bipedal mammals who live rocktop colonies above the waves and in air-filled caverns below. While the Secret Sea is a dangerous place, Mammub redoubts are well-defended, and the Mammubs themselves are considered to be intimidating fighters when riled.

Mammubs stand between 6 and 9 feet tall, and can grow even larger after their first eighty years. They move with bovine grace, both above the ground and below. As the name implies, they are mammals, despite living in close proximity to and underneath the Secret Sea. They can hold their breath for twenty minutes if active, and up to an hour if engaging in less strenuous activities like swimming at a relaxed pace. They can shoot through the water at bullet-like speeds for short distances, thirty or forty feet at most, and are otherwise somewhat languorous.

Mammubs are deliberate, purposeful and meticulous. They are particularly well-known for the extensively maintained archives, libraries and galleries. They value exploration and mapmaking so highly that Mammub children are taught these skills from birth. Bonus to Wisdom and Endurance. Bonus to skills relating to exploration, investigation and knowledge.

PLAYER NOTES: mammubs prefer to avoid a fight, and prefer to settle disputes by sharing goods, space or whatever else the angry party is upset about. However, they don’t back down from a fight, and will not be intimidated. They are as content as cows and, in fact, are also vegetarian. Mammubs graze, either below ground or above. Their knowledge of the natural world is unparalleled – and if they don’t know the answer, they know which Mammub library holds the answer!

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

aaaaaah!!! 

Im going crazy guys kyoani just tweeted this and according to google translate it’s something about writing a new side story for the anime??? and that’s gonna come out in 2017????

if anyone has more infos on this, send them my way, I NEED TO KNOW

( here’s the link to the tweet btw )

( oh and there’s this one too?? )