the snoopy press

welcome to the snoopy press!!

i’m morgan, i’m 19, and i live in the pnw!

i enjoy all things snoopy (naturally), teen wolf, stationary, yellowjackets, coffee/tea, and i’m always willing to find more things to get into.

my asks are always open and i’m always willing to have a chat with anyone! so say hi!

i tend to post whatever’s on my mind, but i have some order to my posts:

- ☕️ work related (i’m a barista :3)

- 🖊️ writing/creative

- 🧬 shit-posts

- 📸 media analysis/commentary/music

- 🫖 solo rpg (currently working on the last tea shop!!)

- 🖍️ hobonichi colors

find me in other places!

reddit: https://www.reddit.com/user/olivetreeneedshelp/

twitter: https://x.com/deadbeat_moi

letterboxd: https://letterboxd.com/deadbeatmorgan/

Imagine for a second that you're living in like year 100 and you see a volcano or lightning or a flock of birds flying in formation. How would you not believe that there's a higher power? Look at the molecular mechanics of life of cells and try and imagine that there isn't some sort of divine architect that's created all of it. And imagine you just lost your family to a car accident or you walk the streets of Gaza surrounded by tens of thousands of your community members dead. How could you even begin to carry on without the presence of God in your life? I don't think we would be here as humans if it weren't for our ability to believe in things when things become unexplainable. Having something more that can begin to explain the tragedy, the unknown, the future and the past of life, I think, is one of the only things that allows people to carry on through the unexplainable. Millions of people have been saved in the name of God, and millions of people have been killed in the name of God. But when I look up, I see no heaven. And when I look down, I see no hell. I just feel free. I guess I'm what you could consider an agnostic person. If there is a god, let them place me wherever they see fit. But if there isn't, I'm already living my life to the fullest. And when it's my time to die, I don't think I'll have any regrets. But the scariest idea to me is the concept of living your entire life in service to something that might have never existed and might never will. I'm content with dying and having my body return to the earth to be eaten by worms and decompose. But I love all religions. I love the teachings of Buddhism. I love the way reincarnation has so many parallels to the flow of energy and nature. I love so many [music] of the beauties of Catholicism. I love the resilience of Islam and Judaism. I think they're all beautiful and I wouldn't want this world any other way. I truly am so happy for everyone who finds peace through whatever god or gods they believe in. But this life and this earth that I get to live on, the idea that all of this could be meaningless and we just happen to be alive in the middle of the universe, just a flash in the galactic pan. That's my religion. What gives my life meaning is the meaningless of it all.

it reminds me of a part of the book thief that’s also cemented in my brain. death (the literal PERSONIFICATION of the act of dying) is confused on humanity’s ability to get through things and hardship.

today is my 11th fourth of july without my dad. he would always put on the fireworks for us in our backyard in the country. it was small and honestly terrifying to see him sprint away to hold both my mom and i, but it was ours. one of my last moments with him was going to disney world, him holding my mom and i as we watched the fireworks. i turned to him, tears in my eyes, and told him they were the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen.

that resonates with me everytime i watch them, the brightness and the grief combine to leave me teary eyed and clutching my heart in ache. i hope there’s fireworks in the afterlife, and that by drinking a code red mountain dew in his honor, we’re watching them together.