“Use your gifts and your talents to greatest possible effect while you can. Spread joy wherever possible. Laugh at jokes. Tell jokes. Make puns and bugger the embuggerances. Read books. Read my books. You might like them. You might find something else you like even more than them. Look for these things in life.
Question authority. Champion good causes. Speak out against injustice. Do not tolerate bullies or bigots or racists or anti-intellectuals or the narrow-minded. Use your education to challenge them. Broaden their perspectives. Make the world you interface with a happier place.
These are your choices. Choices you have been fortunate to have been given, so don’t waste them while you have them. Don’t look back in years to come and wish you had grasped a fleeting opportunity. Grasp it now with both hands, Live. Strive. Love.”
from A Little Advice for Life taken from ‘Terry Pratchett: from birth to death, a writer.’
—Sir Terry Pratchett; April 28, 1948 – March 12, 2015
One of the greatest compliments I've ever received is that I resemble Sam Vimes.
Mind how you go.
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"Now, this is a soldier's song, see? You don't look like soldiers but by the gods I'll see you sounds like 'em! You'll pick it up as we goes along! Right turn! March! 'All the little angels rise up, rise up, all the little angels rise up high!' Sing it, you sons of mothers!"
The marchers picked up the response from those who knew it.
"How do they rise up, rise up, rise up, how do they rise up, rise up high? They rise heads up, heads up, heads up--" sang out Dickens as they turned the corner.
Vimes listened as the refrain died away.
"That's a nice song," said young Sam, and Vimes realized that he was hearing it for the first time.
"It's an old soldier's song," he said.
"Really, Sarge? But it's about angels."
Yes, thought Vimes, and it's amazing what bits those angels cause to rise up as the song progresses. It's a real soldiers' song: sentimental, with dirty bits.
"As I recall, they used to sing it after battles," he said. "I've seen old men cry when they sing it," he added.
"Why? It sounds cheerful."
They were remembering who they were not singing it with, thought Vimes. You'll learn. I know you will.
Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
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Since it’s now technically WIP Wednesday, here is a piece I’m working on for the Glorious 25th of May.
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It's the Glorious 25th of May.
Remember to do what needs done when you see it, because what's right must be done and if not by you, then by whom?
Remember to ration your rage so you can use it later.
Stand up.
Rise up.
If you're asking yourself "how do we rise up?" Well, you'd be surprised all the ways you can do that.
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Almost forgot this most important and glorious of days for the third year in a row but thankfully tumblr reminded me in time for me to actually make something!
I've been practicing painting flowers for several weeks and this would be a lot better if I had spent longer, but I think it looks pretty good nonetheless!
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"Don't put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That's why they're called revolutions.”
Happy Glorious 25th Of May.
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Inktober - Day 3: Small God's Cemetery
"Feels so good to have you here
Some of you will be dead next year
I see your destinies above you
Like angels who don't love you"
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lilacs were out early this year, but I saved some pics for this glorious 25th of may
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