Essays & DnD

sometimes i think about how the last carolina parakeet and the last passenger pigeon both died, at separate times, in the same cage in the cincinnati zoo

Relatable. The older I get, the more I find myself needing to think about what maturity is in order to act in any way that’s even remotely adult.

Needed these words. I know for myself I’m trying to juggle a lot of things right now. Small kindnesses are helping, there is some support, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t a lot of suffering and self-doubt. And when you mention the latter, some people think they have every right to kick you when you’re down, as if honesty about struggle should be silenced.

I’ve been in a few RP sessions recently where I’ll play out the natural 1. For example, a  perception check--”hey guys, looks clear to me! Everything’s fine! Let’s go!” It’s not a private roll, everyone can see it, and they make their checks too. I’ll just say it can sometimes be tough to get other players to interact based on their rolls. It’s like a lot of us have chosen to interpret the dice rolls as failure or success in the strict sense, as opposed to opportunities to build a story with each other.

Reading Baldwin’s “The Fire Next Time” slowly right now, trying to figure out why his non-fiction is majestic. He does not struggle to create personal scenes where emotion is heightened and we feel as he feels. He builds from what’s immediately relatable. It’s shocking to realize how many walls we create in prose between our experience and access to that experience. Baldwin makes it look easy when he invites us to reflect with him.

Holy shit. This post has broken 50 000 notes. Guess tumblr like the madness of the spiral, labyrinthian lines.

this is magnificent. can get lost in this for hours

i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever

it takes a while. took me years to figure out how to feel like i was saying anything worthwhile online

omg, that photo of the desert--just teeming with life