y’know, some of the ground rules for behavior on tumblr make me squint
don’t give people your true name or they will be able to control you
stories are an acceptable form of payment
the inhabitants hide their real forms behind glamours and avatars
the longer you play here, the harder it is to leave
five minutes on tumblr is several hours outside
You came here alone, through a small, glowing hole that doesn’t extend through the room behind it, echoing with impossible music. Hidden paths around every corner connect distant places, entangling an unearthly Space. We can retrieve information about each other such that when we first meet, our interactions will appear unnaturally forced into banding together and our dialogues reference things we shouldn’t know, like poorly-written stories created and spread by humble country folk. Some of us, though, are able to speak in very neat, florid, even versified lines, as if we had hours to make it up on paper before we said it. There are realms we don’t consider real, and we take people from them to perform for our strangely innocently unempathic whims. You never know when something you say will somehow offend another’s alien etiquette and bring down a mob of wrath as if you had broken a sworn oath. Art is admired above all else. Justice is demanded above all else. This is all a dream realm, structured entirely by the laws of the mind. Everything is made of language. Everything is brightly saturated with a full rainbow of colors in any direction. You signed a contract in order to exist.
this is beautiful and clever and there’s more there are whispers above and below the regular level of speech there is language that comes in the form of pictures mirages and mirrors we tell each other out innermost secrets and with ironclad faith epect them to be kept and that promise is nearly never broken (when it is the boundary between realms crumbles: internet and outernet merge become one for a brief moment in the service of justice) this realm is where the desperate come to plead their case - one that isn’t being helped in the harsh light of reality here the revelry never stops unless one should want to retreat from it here the battle is always righteous and the knights all come in shining armour and here there are a myriad different sorts of people all with their own unique voices that may sound like cacophony at first but the deeper one immerses oneself the clearer a sort of emergent harmony becomes and then there are ancient ones who fled the death of their native realms the living journal and the space of mine and the net that uses and the fire of angels and there are new children stolen from their rooms in silence their parents never knew of their absence but the realm sends them back changed if for better or for worse is anyone’s guess but nobody leaves this place the same way they came (tags via aimofdestiny, paging foolishmilex for rebuttal)
I’m just saying -
Theoretically, since there seems to be no life form on Mars right now, and we have sent robots to transmit information to us, that implies that 100% of Mars’ current population consists out of robots.
We have a planet in our universe that’s solely inhabited by robots. Mars is a robot planet.
well ur not wrong
When co-host Carla Hall said she gives kids pencils in lieu of a treat, Mrs. Obama reacted with shock and disgust. “Really Carla?” she asked. “Are they sharpened so that they can stab you with them?””
time.com, Michelle Obama Thinks Pencils are a Crummy Halloween Gift (via tatterpig)
Good. I don’t care how crunchy-granola-health-concious you are, you give treats on halloween.
pros about being in lesbians with a girl
- can makeout in the girls bathroom
- girls are cute af
- wear each others’ clothes
- fantastic sex
cons about being in lesbians with a girl
- there aren’t any??
it has come to my attention that there are, in fact, cons about being in lesbians with another girl
- she won’t kill the spider either
- two periods
well I won’t kill the spider, but I will calmly and quickly put it outside for you
Really, the problem is the Shoe Promblem. Seriously, if you are both nominally interested in fashion, and can’t share shoes, it gets out of control fast, Esp if you both really like cool or fancy shoes and boots and live next to a Goodwill that has a good selection of sizes.
(CAVEAT: I have not been a massage therapist for very long. This is literally just me spitballin’—at the same time, this was a really good exercise for me! I like using the assessment part of my brain.)
It’s been tossed around in fandom that Bucky’s muscles have to be pretty f-ed up from having a cybernetic, metal arm grafted onto one side of his body. From the perspective of a massage therapist, that’s 100% accurate—but the issues don’t stop there. At the very least he’s got functional scoliosis and massive compensatory muscle strain, enough adhesions to make Jesus weep, and tons of somato-emotional holding points.
i’ma gonna do some research on the memory stuff in this post. neat info if true! constant-instigator, this might be useful for your meta.