madi✨

a little bit of mah boi by my side

a little bit of spaghetti is all i need

a little bit of gay luigi? is what i see

a little bit of pingas in the sun

a little bit of pootis all night long

a little bit of lamp oil here i am

Finally, unwillingly, he did look up to see King Mickey’s face contorted with a terrible fury. “Then I shall found my own Church,” the king said. “And grant my own divorce.”

“What of your compassion?” Donald’s voice cracked and it was a moment before he could go on. “It is not meet that you abandon your wife when she most needs you. If she truly is insane - ”

“It is my compassion that keeps me from ordering her beheaded,” the king said bitterly. “I fear that you have misunderstood me, my old friend. I did not say she was insane.” 

Rising from his throne, King Mickey paced across the throne room to stare out at the peaceful green grounds of Disney Castle. He was not seeing them, Donald was sure, but some other, darker vista, conjured by his imagination.

taking a piece of text that someone probably put their heart and soul into creating and using it as your raw material, cutting out everything that you deem irrelevant to the point you want to make

i mean imagine cutting up a painting and using it to make a collage, or taking a marble sculpture and carving pieces out of it to make a different sculpture

But then I got my grubby little paws on it, and I immediately stopped fertilizing, spraying, and bagging up grass clippings and leaves. I ripped up sod and put in flowers and vegetables. I put down nice thick blankets of mulch around the flowers and vegetables. 

When I first was sweating my way through stripping sod, I saw a grand total of 1 worm and 0 ladybugs. The ground was compacted into something that would bend shovel blades. 

Now, six years later, I can’t dig a planting hole without turning up fourteen earthworms, and there are so many ladybugs here. Not the invasive asian lady beetles; native ladybugs. They winter over in the mulch and in the brush pile. I see thousands of them. 

The soil is soft and rich. There are birds that come to eat, and bees of many sorts.

And a sense of helping is going to help fight the brain gremlins as well. A sense that you’ve made a difference, in your little corner of the world. And it puts into perspective that a sense of alienation and hopelessness in a changing world feeds into anxiety and depression, and realizing that you can help and doing so helps both you…because you are a thinking, feeling part of nature, not separate from it…and the world we live in.

one spelling. chose a name with one spelling. one possible spelling. saves so much trouble every time you make a doctor’s appt or order food. (or at the very least, pick the most common spelling.) otherwise you will be asked “how do you spell that?” approx 8800 times in their lifetime. save yourself the hassle.

one pronunciation, preferably intuitive. saves a lot of hassle if teachers/receptionists/etc can look at your name and be able to guess how to pronounce it. again, you will otherwise get asked “how do you pronounce that?” approx 8800 times in your lifetime. 

common enough that most people have heard it & know how to spell it (see Rules 1 & 2)

uncommon enough that you are likely to be the only person in your class/peer group with that name

UNISEX

i want to add that these don’t apply to cross-cultural names. i was 13 when i came up with this, so it comes very much from the perspective of a white child who hated their name for multiple reasons.