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some fools be likeĀ āi play games to escape my responsibilitiesā then pick tank or healer
in my greatest fantasies i am able to help people
In my fantasies I can prevent people from being hurt, even if it means I get hurt in their stead.
In my fantasies i dont have to know how to aim
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Apollo 17 vs Artemis II
Despite everything, it's still you.
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That's really cool actually
#excuse me but are you telling me that the Apollo pic is made with the help of the SUN and the Artemis one with the help of the MOON??? #that's actually so poetic i want to cry
@gorandomshesaid wait i need to sit with this one. wait.
It Was Like This: You Were Happy
by Jane Hirshfield
It was like this: you were happy, then you were sad, then happy again, then not.
It went on. You were innocent or you were guilty. Actions were taken, or not.
At times you spoke, at other times you were silent. Mostly, it seems you were silent ā what could you say?
Now it is almost over.
Like a lover, your life bends down and kisses your life.
It does this not in forgiveness ā between you, there is nothing to forgive ā but with the simple nod of a baker at the moment he sees the bread is finished with transformation.
Eating, too, is a thing now only for others.
It doesnāt matter what they will make of you or your days: they will be wrong, they will miss the wrong woman, miss the wrong man, all the stories they tell will be tales of their own invention.
Your story was this: you were happy, then you were sad, you slept, you awakened. Sometimes you ate roasted chestnuts, sometimes persimmons.
āThe Brain -- is wider than the Sky --...ā
by Emily Dickinson
The Brain ā is wider than the Sky ā For ā put them side by side ā The one the other will contain With ease ā and you ā beside ā
The Brain is deeper than the sea ā For ā hold them ā Blue to Blue ā The one the other will absorb ā As sponges ā Buckets ā do ā
The Brain is just the weight of God ā For ā Heft them ā Pound for Pound ā And they will differ ā if they do ā As Syllable from Sound ā
'this poem,' introduction to 'taken somehow by surprise,' david clewell, pub. 2011.
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Meet Pando, not a forest but a single tree. Every trunk of the Quaking Aspen is genetically identical & connected by a single 80,000 year old root system, making it one of the largest and oldest living entities on Earth!
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to walk through the body of a God?
Yes
by William Stafford
It could happen any time, tornado, earthquake, Armageddon. It could happen. Or sunshine, love, salvation.
It could, you know. Thatās why we wake and look out -- no guarantees in this life.
But some bonuses, like morning, like right now, like noon, like evening.
Joanna Klink, from The Nightfields
[id:Ā āThere is no almanac for the livingāa pulse flies and then stops. You are pain pinned to muscleā also grasses, breath, tree-dawns, and gears. You are dark arteries of quiet, the white heat smashed through deserts and levers and coastsā that flickering pause between thoughts. More even than your own life, you flow from what is. The stars swept into stillness, the ground drinking rain. You are the whole shape of sound. Whether or not you sing.ā /end id]
my friend's discord server has a "proof of touch grass" channel where they post pics of them doing regular activities outdoors/in public. i think many online spaces could benefit from such a thing
when i was super depressed - like struggling to eat anything barely able to get out of bed to pee depressed - my good friend asked me every day to send her a picture of me holding a leaf and a picture of a meal i was eating and it helped me significantly
(also, she was never judgey - if my meal was a single potato chip she would simply say good job eating a potato chip today <3 )
which is to say, i agree proof of touch grass is a good idea for online spaces
This kinda required my brain a bit
I love how varied and universally weird the circumstances for making lifelong friendships are. Here's this guy I accidentally messaged once and I could not imagine my life without them now. Here's this girl I was so scared of when I met her, I would kill for her and remind her to rest on the regular. Here's this other guy we have so much in common we used to joke we were the same person in different timelines. It took us years to meet in person and I attended his wedding. There are also people who entered my life in absolutely unremarkable ways but changed it forever for the better. It's wonderful how easy it is to find people to love.
This is the best post I have ever written, read the notes and be blessed by loving your friends magic
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So What by Kim Addonizio
Czeslaw Milosz, from "Ars Poetica?"
Those who think that wisdom and whimsy are mutually exclusive have neither. It's vitally important to do the right thing when the consequences are dire, and to do a whole bunch of utterly frivolous silly dumb shit when it doesn't matter what you do.
Once, Again
by Alice Walker
Once again simple Once again childlike The poem opening out into the grass.
Family Recipe
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iāve warmed up significantly towards the concept of small talk ever since i learned that its sole purpose is to make friendly noises.
as long as you smile and nod, people are satisfied. itās just to show that you are nice and there with good intentions. weāre small in a big world and have to rely on other people to be decent to us. so we do our little human dance to each other to say, āiām not here to hurt you. hereās something we have in common, like the weather or sports or itchy sweaters, so we both know weāre on the same team. we both agree on a basic fact, like that it is rainy or that being itchy is uncomfortable, and this proves we can get along. iām being light-hearted and non-threatening right now.ā
small talk isnāt to get to know a person. itās just a greeting to affirm youāre buddies in the universe.
i am motivated by wanting the other person to know i am friendly, so i have gotten pretty decent at small talk when i used to hate it.
Maybe it's naive of me, but whenever I see portraits like this, with just a father and daughter, it restores my faith in humanity a little. Because people seem to love this idea that fathers never loved their daughters in the past and only saw them as bargaining chips for marriage or whatever, but look at the guy in the first portrait on the left, he loves that little girl! And the dad trying to do his work while his daughter bothers him with an Old Timey Barbie. The man teaching his daughter geography, his expression is so soft! The way the man in the last portrait holds the little girl's hand! And none of these are incidental, these aren't photographs, someone (probably the father) paid good money and sat down for hours so that they could have a painting of themselves and their daughter. Probably because they loved their daughter.
From left to right: 1795 MichaŠJerzy Mniszech with his daughter Elżbieta - Marcello Bacciarelli; Christopher Anstey and his daughter Mary Ann by William Hoare 1776; A Musician and His Daughter by Thomas de Keyser 1629; The Geography Lesson (Portrait of Monsieur G. and His Daughter), 1812; Jean-baptiste Isabey And His Daughter; Portrait of a Young Girl and Older Man by William Harrison Scarborough
(this is probably somewhat related to my other favourite genre of painting, Husband With Multiple Kids Making Come Hither Eyes At His Wife)
oh I love those! People being people is one of my favourite kinds of paintings and an important reminder that people in past times were not all that different. There were dads who loved their daughters fiercely. There were fathers who happily looked after their babies too. The German reformer Philip Melanchton for example had a cradle in his office. His wife was busy organising a household for 20 people- she was out and about, he mostly worked in his office, it made sense for him to look after their babies too babies while she dropped by at snack time.
in fact often if it was kind of safe dads had the babies in their workshops for just that reason as we can see in these paintings:
The left is āthe busy fatherā by Theodore Weber, the right one is āAt the china repairerās ā by Wenzel Tornoe. All dads who are actively involved in childcare and a painter who thought it was a cute topic rather than anything ridiculous.
I raise you:
First Lesson by Akseli Gallen-KallelaĀ (1865 - 1931)
Un Coup De Main (The Helping Hand) by Ćmile RenoufĀ (1845 ā 1894)
Italian Winegrower And His Daughter by Francesco BarattaĀ (1590-1666)
A Father with His Two Children from Subiaco, Severin Falkman (1868)
At Sea (in Haikko), Albert Edelfelt (1883)
Even outside commissioned portraits in romantic genre paintings, a working father of the common people with his daughter is not a rare topic, whether shepherd or fisherman!
