If you're looking for a sign, this is it.

my friend you caught me in a good mood (and happened to mention one of these posts that’s by a friend of mine and i feel warmly towards it despite what i just said) so i want to drop a short list of books you might like if you feel like You Can’t Kill Me In A Way That Matters/You Fungal Piece Of Shit can’t be replicated in “serious” literature!

Annihilation by Jeff VanderMeer

The Cipher by Kathe Koja

The Beauty by Aliyah Whiteley

Roadside Picnic by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky

John Dies At The End by Jason Pargin

House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski

Bunny by Mona Awad

The King In Yellow by Robert W. Chambers

The Willows by Algernon Blackwood

Against The Human Race by

Thomas Ligotti

we called them musk-ox because we thought they must be some kind of cow thing, but they are actually a goat thing; this is to a normal wild goat what a woolly mammoth is to a normal elephant, only these things survived.

and i absolutely cannot help myself because of the tizzy my brain goes into over the twin facts of

1: ice-age megafauna that is still alive! and

2: EIGHT HUNDRED POUND GOAT

you can see the goatishness a little more in their babies

i just, i am crazy over the fact that these guys are still alive on our planet

Fanfact: original page contained 9 images but sadly only 6 were archived (this is why it's a fanfact, nothing fun about it for me)

Source: Archive page

I know there is a lot of discourse (tm) around this right now but listen to me

If I were lean down and say “unfortunately the big beach ball for some reason fills you with such an unadulterated rage that is beyond human comprehension that you scream until you pass out, so mama had to remove the beach ball from the premises until you can better regulate your emotions” she would simply stare at me like I had 3 heads full of equal betrayal.

The mirror replied "To whom?"

"The miller who made the flour for my bread," the queen would say, or "Whoever spun the thread my shawl was made of".

The second time, she says "To the King," and she is pleased to see herself once more.

The third time, she says "To the Royal Advisor," and is once more satisfied to see herself.

The fourth time, she says "To the scribe who takes the King's letters." She is shown the man's wife. And she seethes, but quiets herself, for it is only right that a man loves his wife.

The fifth time, she says "To the Court Wizard," and is shown the man's departed mother as he remembers her from his youth, radiant and smiling and warm and larger than life.

The tenth time, she says "To the Stable Master," and is shown the fastest horse in the stable, majestic and free as the wind even in captivity

"To the baker," she is shown the man's daughter, young and adorable and full of joy and laughter.

"To the artist who did my portrait," she is shown a painting of a woman done by the man's teacher, who he still looks up to now that he is well established himself.

"To the Royal Knight," she is surprised but not displeased to see the castle's entire guard force in the middle of doing drills.

The one hundredth time she asks the mirror, and it asks her "to whom?" she once again says, "To me." And she does the same the one hundred and second, and again and again and again.

- the Botanical Gardens I worked with before is expanding and they put out a call for work so I emailed them and they apparently have me on a list of artists they wanna work with.

- I reached out to my local zoo to see if they wanted any murals painted literally MONTHS ago and they just got back to me and we set up a zoom call for this thursday to see what could be done

all this happened today

And this recently I was talking to her and mentioned her fear of bees and wasps. And she said: "you know, I really hated them my whole life. But then I met you and you talk about bees and wasps so much, they bring you so much joy. And it changed my view of them completely"

Turns out she just couldn't look at these insects in the same hateful way since meeting me. Not only because they bring happiness to someone important to her (me), but also because I showed her how cool, smart and important wasps and bees are.

This post is nearly ten years old and I still think about this, honestly. Luke has no consciousness of the dangers and pressures in Leia’s life when he’s playing with his toy starship; she’s already had to become what he can only vaguely dream of. But she’s also never had to consider “where is tomorrow’s food and water coming from” to anything like the degree that Luke, Owen, and Beru do every day. Luke and Leia both make sure they’re armed when they leave home because their environments are so dangerous, in completely different ways.