Latest Posts by ihidemytodgerwell - Page 2

Nowadays goals aren't someone to become but someone to do

best ship dynamic is when they go from "you fool" (derogatory) to "you fool" (desperate)

my friend pranked me and i fell down a hill

my love life in a quicky

Source: https://mobile.twitter.com/mattecashew32/status/1537490263358185472

My friend sent me a picture and said 'me when period cramps'

Honestly, very relatable.

Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk

happy pride month peepsies💖

I made a personalized pride flag for myself for pride month

I thought this was pretty funny

There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.

Bacon (Lord Verulam).

Ayee 😭

Walton: * patiently listens to Frankenstein's account of his supposed monster *

Frankenstein: * eagerly expects a response *

Walton: ...

Ye dumb?

Frankenstein: ...what?

Walton: You could have just presented him with a dog or a cat or any kind of pet of his choosing and avoided all that!

Frankenstein: ...oh ye.

I never beheld anything so utterly destroyed.

~ from Frankenstein by Mark Shelley.

me when i look into a mirror 🙂

Single celled organism dies.

Sandra at her best, always 🤧

What they don’t understand about birthdays and what they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also ten, and nine, and eight, and seven, and six, and five, and four, and three and two and one. And when you wake up on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel eleven at all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are—underneath the year that makes you eleven.

Like some days you might say something stupid, and that’s the part of you that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you might need to sit on your mama’s lap because you’re scared, and that’s the part of you that’s five. And maybe one day when you’re all grown up maybe you will need to cry like you’re three, and that’s okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling three.

Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or like the rings inside a tree trunk or like my little wooden dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next one. That’s how being eleven years old is.

I’m eleven today. I’m eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, and one, but I wish I was one hundred and two. I wish I was anything but eleven, because I want today to be far away already, far away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny o in the sky, so tiny-tiny you have to close your eyes to see.

sandra cisneros; eleven

I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.

Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.

The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.

I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.

"defend your thesis" why are you attacking my thesis

...until my very soul has become a ruin.

MS. Found in a bottle, Edgar Allan Poe.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

and, of course, pain in the heart.

the only good thing going on in my life is a fast browser

nobody:

Alec Benjamin:

* uses the word longevity in a song and even makes it rhyme *

if you think about it, orthodox was once unorthodox.

I come from a long line of people who should not have had children but did anyway

95

listening to music isn’t enough anymore i need to eat it

I think my leg doesn't function properly. So, should I consult a psychiatrist or an orthopaedic surgeon?

i envy people who can easily understand a poem from its summary and move on...it's like they have pain as an option