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if i were a drink i’d be cherry vanilla coke

This has happened to me so so many times

hava nagila stuck in my head?

The first thing I’ve drawn in a long time, maybe years

thinking about when i was small, how my mom told me that pipe cleaners were just a tool until people started idly shaping things with them and it grew so popular that they were marketed as crafting materials. and that story about how the original frisbees were disposable pie plates that students flattened to throw. and how when i was a child i had a wooden mancala set with shiny, colorful stones, but on invention it was played with rocks and grooves dug into the dirt. and middle school, paper football and tic-tac-toe and mash and mad libs, games that just need pen and paper. and before that, games of pretend with pirates and princes and masked marauders. how at slumber parties after lights out, we used to whisper storytelling games, i say one sentence and you say the next. and shadow puppets. and the way all the kids in the neighborhood used to divide into teams and throw fallen pine cones at one another. and the floor is lava game, and the quiet game, and the games i play with my coworkers that are just words and retention. and "put a finger down" on the high school bus. and little girls clapping together, and how the first jump-rope was undoubtedly just a length of rope who knows how long ago, and how natural it is to play, how we seek play at every age and with any resources we have and with whatever time we can squeeze it into in a day. i'm not an anthropologist or a psychologist but i think after food and shelter and water and air what comes next is games and stories and laughter. i think that there is nothing -- not sex or fighting or forming unlikely bonds with animals -- there is nothing more human than to play.

req'd by @kambiteydragon

gonna need some context here bud

text: THREE HOURS??

the smirke's fourteen cannot contain all the types of my lust for murder.

you know the drill, op disabled reblogs etc etc etc

masks and helmets that hides someone's face in such a way that they become the face themselves my beloved

these are all creatures to me

Found this on Twitter and searched it here just to reblog it

In honor of today, I wanna share with y'all my favorite nugget of knowledge about the old man's stabbing:

i wish i was  abigfoot scientist making bigfoot bucks being interviewed on netflix documentaries about disappearances in americas national parks (bigfoots done it)

In highschool I wrote a story about a middle-generation of stellar travelers. Their parents were born on earth and left as children, and the middle generation will not live long enough to see their destination. They live their entire lives on the ship and I wrote about them trying to find their place in everything. They will never know blue skies and warm beaches and open fields with warm breezes. They’ll never know birdsong or crickets or frogs. They’ll never hear the rain on the roof of a dreary day. I never could find the right way to end the story. I wanted it to be a happy ending, but I didn’t know how to do it.

I realize now that it was a book about me dealing with depression before I even knew it. Looking back at how blatant the projecting was, it’s obvious now. It wasn’t then.

In the story, the middle-generation people are lost. They’re apathetic. They’re just a placeholder. The only job they have is to keep the ship running, have kids, and die. As the middle generation of people began becoming adults, suicide rates were skyrocketing. Crime and drug rates were jumping. This generation was completely apathetic because they felt that they had no use.

In the story, a small group of people in the middle-generation create the Weather Project. They turn the ship into a terrarium. They make magnificent gardens and take the DNA of animals they took with them and recreate them and they make this cold, metal spaceship that they have to live their entire lives on into a home. They take what little they have and they break it and rearrange it into something beautiful. They take this radical idea and turn the ship into a wonderful jungle of trees and birds and sunshine.

And I realize now how much it reflects my state of mind as I transitioned from a child into an adult while dealing with depression. You always hear “it gets better” and “when you’re older things will be easier” and I was so sick of waiting for it to get better. I was in the middle-generation stage. And I was sick of it. I was so sick of waiting.

When I was in highschool I didn’t know how to end the story. I didn’t know how to have a happy ending. I didn’t have the life experience then to finish the story in a meaningful way. I didn’t know how to make it better for these middle-generation characters.

But now that I’m older, I’m learning. That if you sit and wait for things to get better, it never will. You have to take your life and break it apart and rearrange it into something beautiful. You have to make the cold metal ship into the garden that you deserve. You have to make your own meaning. You have to plant your own garden.

You have to teach yourself that being happy is not a radical idea.

“He looks like challah”

-my bf

Coiled serpent - Aztec, 15 century

I may be about to try medieval bread next weekend. My endocrinologist uncle who had an internship on a study giving medical cocaine to mice is gonna bake some and bring it when he meets us at a medieval themed restaurant and entertainment experience

Truly living like a medieval peasant. Me excited to eat a baked potato and only a baked potato for dinner.

tma headcanon . grifters bone is just the mechanisms

One of these is accurate for me, plz tell me I'm not alone

Ah, I misremembered, I thought it was a descriptor for general insanity like your Jewposting tag. That said though, as a name for any original posts of yours, it is still an accurate descriptor

i am stuffing an eighteenth century waistcoat into my mouth

I thought this was real for a good few seconds until I read the tag, and I did not doubt it for a moment

i am stuffing an eighteenth century waistcoat into my mouth

Im not sure, I think maybe Clyde, but I am very open to others’ opinions

[image description: the bugs bunny in a tuxedo "I wish all (blank) a very pleasant (blank)" meme edited to say "I wish all of my Jewish followers a very pleasant rosh hashanah". In front of Bugs there is a jar of honey, a stack of apples and pomegranates. In front of bug's mouth there is a shofar.]

I don't think it should be weird, for me to put a fruit fly outside

Halloween month is bringing so many amazing pieces of Martin art to my phone, and I am loving it so so much

I love Martin art more than you could possibly understand

Martin delivery service at your… service?

Suggestion by @fiuworks :DD

Claim your title as “tumblr freeloader” (meaning you haven’t spent ANY kind of money on tumblr) here.

Halloween Cat!Martins

Suggestions from: @yeahitstismtime @seabunnysworld @sugar--brown

Tma cats!

Obviously inspired by @ultramarinaa

I colored Gerry that way because i imagine he'd be one of those black cats whos fur starts turning redish, because of malnurishment. It fits with the whole "poorly dyed black hair" thing, while being probably accurate to his living situation.