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I assure you: somebody, somewhere, is on the exact same wavelength as you are.

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A baby pika! Listen to his little cry. Someday it will be much louder.

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Grave offerings and burying the dead with tools and goods is actually such a deeply human thing to do. It's not really even necessarily about how much you believe in a literal afterlife or them taking the tools with them. It's also just going Wait, I'm Not Done Taking Care Of You, let me make you one more pair of socks so your feet won't be cold when you go wherever it is where I can't follow.

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Pukicho ima be real I am not here for the music I'm here for the insane ramblings. I don't even have headphones

I ramble and make music, you can engage with one, or both, or neither - but I will continue to ramble and make music whether it suits your tastes or not.

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(second century warlord making a joke at the expense of those who lived in the past) first day as a first century warlord: i can’t write anything down cause paper hasn’t been invented yet

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herpetological guide

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Between the lesbian that cant beat the monsterfucker allegations and the autistic man with the special interest, she really underestimated her crowd

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You don’t have to answer this, but I trust you enough in a “he seems like a nice person” way that I don’t see much harm in sending the ask.

Would you be able to share some reasons for hanging around? Life has been really hard and overwhelming lately, and I’m just feeling so tired of everything and existing as a whole. Thank you.

Much like 14th century peasants could not have possibly preconceived of the internet, you cannot possibly preconceive the kind of joy or love or peace that you are yet to experience until you experience it. The inability to comprehend a happy future is not the same as the inability to experience it.

If you are feeling anything like I’ve felt, you may feel incredibly old and tired and that you’ve already seen everything worth seeing. This is because at any given moment, you are the oldest and most knowledgeable you have ever been. This will be true in ten minutes and it will be true in ten years, and yet, here you are, younger and less wise than you will be.

There is no guarantee of a second chance at life. Look around you. There are mushrooms that talk and spiders that purr and whales in the ocean the size of cathedrals and water that glows in the dark and languages with so many words that almost nobody knows them all, and stories to read and art to look at and genres of music you haven’t even heard of before that will make your skin tingle and your heart race when you hear them for the first time. And you only get to be here for a little while, like a five-minute ticket to an all-you-can-eat buffet. You already have so little time. You already have so little time

Do you want to die, or do want things to be different?

Do you want to die, or do you want to escape?

Do you want to die, or do you want the pain to stop?

Would dying solve anything that couldn’t be fixed by changing your name and moving away somewhere nobody has ever met you before?

Are you in a hurry?

It gets better. That sounds like the biggest lie in the world. And I figure you probably aren’t going to believe me, because I know I didn’t believe it when people told ME that. But it will get better. I can’t tell you when, though. One day you’ll just wake up and realize it got better without your notice. And then it’ll get bad again, and you’ll think it was a lie again. But then it’ll get better again, and those better parts will get longer and longer every time until the bad parts are almost nothing

The end of the world has come and gone a hundred thousand times since the very first mud-brick shelter collapsed in a storm and the very first loom-woven tunic tore on a branch and the very first mother laid flowers on her baby’s grave. You’re here. I’m here. The world will always be ending, and someone will always be there. At the very least, you’ve never been alone.

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Fanfic tiktok is wild... I see so many people saying shit like "I could never read anything below 60k!!", or "What story can you even tell in under 5k words?" or "A oneshot below 10k isn't even a story!" or "I always filter completed fics by 100k< only!"

And I'm like...

A) which fandoms are you reading fics for where you have this kind of offerings on the regular?

B) have you heard of short stories? If you truly think every story NEEDS to be longform to connect with people, I sincerely feel sorry for you.

C) Average novel length is between 50k to 100k. I'm sorry, but CONSISTENTLY demanding fic writers to push out fics of that length is insane. Just think about it: YOU DEMAND AUTHORS TO PUT OUT FICS THAT COMPARE TO COMMERCIAL NOVELS IN LENGTH (AND QUALITY) AS A BASELINE.

Yall are wilding.

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i hate dogs with blue eyes. why is fucking jeff the killer at my back door

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"Why would I worship a god that sends children into life-threatening battles instead of warriors?" "...Are you talking about the magical girls, the choosen heroes, or the summoned people?" "I'm sorry, the WHAT?!"

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IT FUCKIN YURI DAAAAAAAAAAAY

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i love adhd. i have a lot to do at work today. i take my meds. i open the word document. i immediately misspell “benzodiazepines.” i go on tumblr to post “benzodiazepenis….” for the mutualés. and then it’s 45 minutes later and ive caught up on tumblr and checked the weather and read a fic and texted an ex and ordered new pens and looked up a recipe for chicken pot pie and posted about adhd and done zero work.