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I’m reading this book about the changing arctic and the author stayed with the Nunamiut people of inland alaska for a while and talked to this high school kid who was like “ugh I hate going to school in the spring I wish I was hunting caribou” and I thought that was charming. you often hear about people who are devoted to preserving their traditional culture and knowledge but it’s rare to hear about someone who’s invested in the old ways out of pure teenage selfishness. school is lame and hunting caribou is awesome

i need (abruptly stops talking & stares at some random fixed point with a vacant expression)

baby hands... rather strange. not really useful for wielding blades or slaying beasts, but seemingly optimised for consuming great numbers of carrots in small portions and swinging around the clown shaped toy. could we learn from that? is there a technique we have forgotten?

going on a walk will save you again and again and again and again and

katara is one of those impossibly cool people who “has a guy” for everything. like run into any sort of problem and she’s just like “hang on i gotchu. just contact this number and they’ll know what to do.” but half the time that guy is just sokka