it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.
how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.
chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?
how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.
"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.
i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.
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geto pretending to be all sweet just to tear down your walls and make you cry? yes?
he is your safe space from gojo, who is much more outward with his teasing and bullying. however, his best friend is worse, he’s manipulative. geto lets you cry into his shoulder, holds you when you’re scared to go to class, and whispers soothing words into your ears.
“i’m sorry, doll, satoru doesn’t mean it. he’s just got a lot going on. you probably just caught him on a bad day.”
as much as gojo is jealous of the time geto spends with you, he is also grateful for the words he says about him. when geto manages to convince you to forgive gojo with his honeyed words, it makes you more susceptible to his bullying.
after a night of being comforted by geto, you would see gojo again on the way to a lecture. deciding to be the bigger person, you wave at the boy, even try and smile a little bit. geto said he has a rough home life, which isn’t untrue, he also said to forgive him and that he’s really not that bad. but he is that bad. he laughs in your face and shoves you into lockers, pulls your hair, and makes rude comments about what your “mouth is good for”
you cry and cry, and after class try to find geto, only to see him laughing with gojo while looking at his phone. you feel your stomach drop as you get closer. they’ve set their home screens as pictures of you, teary eyed and not looking at the camera. oblivious to the photo being taken.
gojo’s was taken earlier that morning while you were picking up your books, but geto’s was a picture of you crying into his shirt. he looks at you, nothing but amusement behind his eyes. “sorry, sweetheart. you’re so pretty when you cry.”
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— ➤ hello sensitive to loud noises gang . your f/o would try not to make them around you . instead of yelling your name from the other room they will simply come over and get you . they will be extra careful placing heavy objects down . they will go somewhere more quiet with you when you ask them or when they notice somethings wrong and they will help you get your mind off of the thing bothering you in a heartbeat . when theres really no way to avoid harsh sounds they will warn you , maybe even cover your ears if you let them . your comfort is important to them ¡ just like you take care of them , f/o will take care of you .
proshippers dni
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"Now I know what you're thinking, 'Matpat why would we possibly need to know the whereabouts of Springtrap's jolly baby maker?' Well let me assure you, this one piece of seemingly irrelevant FNAF trivia may prove to be the catalyst for all the things that happen in the game, and the key to solving the FNAF lore altogether. So strap in friends, because we've got a lot of things we need to cover."
a la tumblr being a bastard and not allowing me ta add audio onta this post (its very funny trust bro go read it)
OH I ALMOST FORGOR @skeletoninthemelonland
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back on my drawing bullshit or whatecer....yeag
*haves ur lock @naffeclipse* your oc. her. eel(?) looking lady. havelocked. she is. so so cool looking
pov ur about to become fish food. sleeping with the fishies tonight. uhhh what other fish related prey jokes can i make. uuuuuummm
oh yheh drawing pile task #1 out of 23568 done yippeee!!!! now i go back into my cave for the next four years
little version without the murky lighting below readmore for funsies
ɢᴜʜ ʙᴜʜ? ᴡʜᴜʜ? ʜᴜʜ ᴡʜᴜʜ? ʏᴜʜ?
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