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Am I the only person who thinks that people who doesn't like water are hypocrites?
Like your 80% water, that mean that you don't like 80% of yourself
on love and monsters
caitlyn siehl - start here // the umbrella academy 2020 // rainbow rowell - carry on // omar rayyan 2015 // crimson peak 2015 // mary shelley // kristen cashore - graceling // beauty and the beast 2017 // topaz winters - 'it was something monstrous, this want for you'
mothers and daughters existing as wretched mirrors of each other: i am all you could have been and you are all i might be.
That was quite unconventional, as far as endings go. Much more like the beginning to a new adventure than anything else.
requested by @justoceanmyth for her fic nightmares and strange-dreams
eleven is fascinating to me because he came right off the back of tens horrible traumatic breakdown after he lost everything and he immediately tried to establish himself as the opposite of that. he is funny and goofy and almost childlike, and he bulldozes on in his adventures with amy like nothing happened at all. but then something happens and his masks slips and it's like oh! the core of this man is still anger. he is so so angry all of the time and this façade is the only thing stopping him from being consumed by it. he isn't over any of it and he hasn't moved on. he is wearing a fez and laughing but under that all that exists is age old anger and grief and it is going to consume him
I really like social media sites that let you like your own stuff.
Because yeah so what if there’s only one like and it’s me? Fuck being cringe
I think the weirdest thing is when you stop talking to someone and you still have all this left over information about them. Like, you still know their favorite song. You still know their sibling’s names. You remember their favorite ice cream flavor and their weird dreams they told you about at 2 am. You know their dog’s name and their favorite tv shows. You learned all these details about them and now they’re gone. It’s just weird.
"I could probably thrift a reason to live, but what good would the discount do me?"
-Isabella Lamberty
•Escaping reality•
This changed my brain chemistry a little bit
(@charlyyoakley on TikTok)
the dreams die like the dreamers, so keep your dream alive and you will live forever
Letters to Capitu, "my me".
I’ve noticed this thing that happens whenever the learnéd armchair academic types talk about resource-based reasons to go live on the moon or Mars or wherever else in space. They always make a big deal about “oh it’s not really worth all the trouble when there’s more accessible and cheaper alternatives.”
Let’s use Helium-3 as an example.
He3 is the miracle fuel. Using it in a nuclear fusion reactor with hydrogen will get you loads of useful energy with negligible beta radiation and no radioactive byproducts. The only problem is that it’s rare as shit on Earth, to the point where the vast majority of it available at the present time has to be synthesized in difficult and highly radioactive deuterium-lithium reactions.
Most relevant studies indicate that the surface of the moon is loaded with He3, at least compared to Earth, because it has no atmosphere to intercept the solar wind. But of course, economists and aerospace nerds alike hem and haw about if it’s reeeeally worth it to go all the way to the moon for He3.
Okay, sure, you have to get off the surface of the Earth, which takes a lot of energy, then burn more energy getting to the moon, then burn even MORE energy getting OFF the moon and back to Earth orbit, and then a little bit more energy to get it safely to the surface of Earth. But I fucking guarantee you that if there was oil on the moon, the United States would have invaded it by now. That’s not a joke, it’s just stating the fact that oil barons have the money to get what they want whenever they fucking want it, regardless of how “practical” it is. It’s a matter of how broken our civilization’s value system is.
This extends to Mars (and beyond), because in the course of my researches I keep seeing people saying “there’s no useful resources on Mars we can’t get on Earth and living on Mars is hard to do so there’s no real reason to settle it.”
Do you know why Edmund Hillary climbed Everest?
In his own exact words: “because it was there.”
“Because it’s there” is the approach we should have to developing space exploration and expanding our civilization beyond Earth’s gravity well. Besides the scientific value (which is always superior to resources), actually living on other worlds is worth all the challenges.
Why?
Why not?
We as a species are prone to doing things just because we can, or because we think we can. We like to solve problems just so we can feel clever. Why live in hollowed out asteroids? Why live on Mars? Because we fucking can, dude, because it’s cool as shit and it’s a thing that we can do if we solve enough problems.
I was reading a Reddit thread earlier (bear with me) about what economic resources a Mars colony could provide. You know what the best answer was?
Art.
The most valuable thing future Martians will have to offer the rest of humanity would be their culture. Their new, exciting, melting pot culture. I think that’s 100% correct, and also the best thing I’ve read all year.
Once we get into space and start mining asteroids and gas giants, or hopefully long before that, our value system will have to change dramatically. Because metals and gases and water and carbon are abundant in the universe, but you know what isn’t?
Creativity.
Imagination. Art. Music. Literature. Dancing. Films and books and songs and a million other ways that humans express themselves. Imagination is the human spirit; art is love made manifest. That’s rarer than life itself, but it’s what makes life worth living for us human beings. For such small creatures as we, the vastness is bearable only through love.
SOME DAY IT WILL HAPPEN? {{{(>_<)}}}
algún día pasará? o tendré que seguir buscando una maldita manera en la cual pueda soportar el dolor día a día?
algún día pasará? o tendré que vivir tomando antidepresivos para evitar un caos de por vida?
algún día pasará? o tendrán que seguir controlando cada recaída de mierda y los ataques de pánico, angustia y ansiedad?
algún día pasará? o tendré que seguir preguntándome toda la vida el ¿por qué?, ¿por qué a mí?, ¿para qué?
algún día pasará? o este dolor en mi pecho y alma me seguirá hasta la eternidad?
algún día pasará? o mis pensamientos suicidas no se callarán ni se irán jamás hasta que lo concrete?
algún día pasará? aprenderé a vivir con esto?
algún día pasará y seré al fin libre (de mi) y feliz?
algún día pasará? o seguiré siendo prisionera de mi propia mente hasta el último de mis días?
algún día pasará? o jamás podré dejar atrás el acariciar mis brazos y piernas con cuchillas?
algún día pasará? o la comida va a ser para siempre mi enemiga?
algún día pasará?.. no tengo ni la menor idea,,, espero que la respuesta sea un sí, pero si es un no, entonces significa que el día en el que deje la vida, será el día en el que al fin podré estar para siempre en paz, sin dolor alguno y feliz.