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My friend @prawnlegs and I are both big Taskmaster fans, so they sent me a Task to do (technically the second task I’ve gotten now).

“And we loved it, we were all having a great time, but then he saw my sister and I, and he just got this - this look in his eyes, and then-”

She hesitated, worrying the coarse material between her fingers. “Things got pretty bad after that,” she muttered. “I know it’s silly, but I try to keep - her - comfortable. We don’t know if she can still hear us, or see us, or if she’s even still in here, but I like to think she is. I talk to her when I can, I leave music on when I’m out of the house. I tried to convince my parents to bring her with us when we went to Disneyland, but they didn’t - didn’t really take that well.”

back then i made a bunch of these but by now i lost the pic and dont know how to find the original post anymore

so anyway here is the diagram for anyone else who is interested!!

this requires pretty big carboard pieces, if you have a really big box or something you can make it from one piece, but if you don't, you can also just make each of the pieces individually and then tape them together

and then in the end you put it together like this!!

and then when you make a bunch you can put them all next to each other and stack your books like crazy

the other day, my dad was driving and i was in the passenger seat and we were talking about, i think poetry, and we were talking about war poets and poets we like whose names we always forget, and john gillespie magee, jr. fits into both those categories for my dad

and he said “oh, what’s that one poem–does it start, something about ‘to break the bonds of earth?’ can you look that one up for me?”

“found it, i think. ‘high flight,’ john gillespie magee jr.?”

“yes! that’s it. i haven’t read that in a long time. could you read it to me?”

so i started to read it and about halfway through i started getting choked up and i knew i wasn’t going to be able to finish reading, but i managed to read all the way up through “the high untrespassed sanctity of space” before i physically couldn’t keep reading. 

it’s one of the most beautiful poems i’ve ever read, and that’s one of the reasons why i got choked up (read it out loud and see if the alliteration doesn’t get to you), but i think really the main reason was that i knew that john gillespie magee, jr., was a pilot in the royal canadian air force who was killed in world war ii when he was only 19 years old. nineteen. i am currently almost two years older than he will ever be. imagine being a freshman or sophomore in college who can write like this. imagine being that young and already having a soul this beautiful.