sometimes your distress does indicate you should stop and respect your limitations. at other times it’s more of a baby aquatic mammal being introduced to water for the first time thing. Too bad the difference is so hard to tell.
are we too far gone
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read some Epicharmus of Syracuse fragments because he was mentioned in this book and now i’m mad there isn’t more of him around, only fragments. look at these
“You are not skilled at speaking: you are only incapable of keeping silent.”
“You are not generous: you have a disease—you enjoy giving.”
Help he’s pointing at us
“6. As I imagine—do I really imagine? No, I know this full well, that there will be mention of these words of mine some day again. And someone will take them and strip off the metre which now they have, and give them a purple robe, embroidering it with fine phrases; and he, a man hard to throw (in argument: metaphor from wrestling), will show up the rest as easy to throw. ”
when you’re doing fuckall a day has 67 hours. for every activity you add it divides by 3 so by the time you get to your fourth task the day will only have ~0,8 hours left in total including time to sleep, while failing to get started will cause you to experience the full agonising 67 hours of frustrating nothing. no one likes this very much but that’s how it is.
i have learned something very important from r/donkeys today…there are sunflower hats for donkeys.
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almost every day something like this happens in my mind
been rereading a lot of borges and unfortunately i have been on tumblr enough for the phrase ‘you’re obsessed with the rotting bloated corpse. it’s like your jungkook’ to have settled down in my mind very comfortably. So. these two things have combined into inability not to think 'it’s like your zahir’ whenever i get a little focused. let’s continue in this vein…. uhm girl you’re like an aleph to me…. a shining point of almost unbearable brilliance in which the whole of reality is bounded. <3
wish dentists could simply join all molars (in one row!! lmao) together so you would have 4 huge molars in total and would never need to floss between your back teeth again. life could be a dream…
MY HEDGEHOG!!!!!! I SAW MY HEDGEHOG!! THAT I GOT FROM THE REHAB TWO YEARS AGO!!! he’s still in my allotment garden apparently i recognise his funky toe because HE WALKED RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! HE’S HUGE AND ALIVE! YEZSSSSSS yess yes yess
can't sleep so here's a doodle demonstrating what cooking is like literally every single day due to my bird's Interest, which does not involve wanting to eat the food. she's just there to observe me with the intensity of a 19th century anthropologist convicted he's observing a significant ritual
1:32 still awake bird doodle 2: tiny tenderness. :)
it’s been 2 years and it’s still exactly like this <3