Humans Are Made To Love The World

humans are made to love the world

i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

ever since i was a little girl i knew i wanted to pirate popular media content instead of paying for a subscription service

the art vs the sleep deprived artist

yes that‘s me, I am not in fact a robot

a lie I see in movies and books far too much

hi Tumblr, welcome to my TED talk!

first, that whole thing about never thinking about someone you were close to for years and years and years before seeing their sexy ass in a bar. like, no.

there is not a single person I have gotten to know and spoken with for more than than a month that hasn't left an impact on me in some way. I remind my friends and family every day to hydrate and eat at the end of every conversation because my fifth grade teacher did it at the end of every day. I like cream cheese bagels because my friend gave half of one once when I hadn't eaten all day, and now they remind me of her. I haven't spoken to either of those people in years, but I think about them so much.

even people I only ever knew in passing have changed me. mostly for the better, though some have undoubtedly made me horrid. for example, I curse like a sailor now and it is all my best friend's fault.

hi tumblr! this is a short story draft I’m working on, hope y’all enjoy

there once was a gentle giant named quan. he was large, as most giants are, with a body as slender and strong as a teak tree. his hair was like a dark pool of ink, and grew long and straight down his back. his thin eyes were a deep brown, and when he smiled his lovely smile, they crinkled.

quan lived in a rainy forest full of leafy trees that stretched as far as the eye could see. he loved the forest, and tended to it like it was his child. when humans came and tried to burn it or cut it, he scared them away. when animals came, he welcomed them with green tea and his finest lychees.

for a while, that was enough. the trees and the animals were all the love quan needed. they began to call him quan the lovely, for that was who he was; a seemingly bottomless vessel of love.

but it was not to last. slowly, sadness slipped into his life. “even the trees have each other to love,“ he thought. “I must content myself with being a witness to their joy. they might as well call me quan the lonely. all I want is to be loved. is that too much to ask?”

quan cried and cried, and the animals cried with him, for they hated to see their friend sad. after a while, a little greenfinch named mai pecked him on the shoulder and asked, “well, have you tried making someone to love?” quan blinked, confused. “making someone? whatever do you mean, mai?”

mai chirped, “well, you wish for a great love, is that right?” quan nodded. “but only you know who your great love would be, so why don’t you just create them? you have lived for a thousand years and have enough love in your hands to create a thousand hearts.” “I suppose you are correct,“ quan said thoughtfully.

and off he went, with a new spring in his step and a plan brewing in his mind.

author’s note: I hope you have a safe holiday break and get plenty of rest and relaxation. :) I might turn into a series, it was fun to write. Likes and follows are appreciated.

all my love, minh.