#Just contemplating

[allthatispeculiar]

[lakisfourouklas-blog]

She likes more than anything to walk in the woods, as it makes her feel more like herself - a self that she's seeking in vain somewhere in the city streets.

She loses herself in nature as often as she can, but she always feels a bit empty inside, as she no longer seems able to enjoy its beauty the way she should, the way she used to. Many times she thinks about giving everything up and, better late than never, going back to her roots, but then something happens that doesn't allow the thought to become an act. If it did…

If it did maybe she'd once again feel just as happy as she once was. Like when she knew all the names of trees and flowers and could recognize the chirping of most birds. Like when… but…

Lakis Fourouklas

Photo taken in Troodos mountains, Cyprus

[suchawrathfullamb]

Actually, placing Hannibal in Slytherin is a lack of deep understanding of the character. He's totally a Hufflepuff. Will could be Sly but he's not a pure blood, and for his arrogance I'd say Gryffindor for sure.

[emilybahu]

Casually scrolling through 911/Buddie tumblr at 4:00 a.m. just contemplating Buck and Eddie’s relationship and wishing I could have a hug from Buck…

Should be sleeping, but oh well 🤷‍♀️

[highladyluck]

Why going to the father’s market weekly is a load-bearing pillar of my mental health:

Gets me out of the house and walking around

I love window-shopping and also actual shopping

Sometimes there are new and exciting foods

The things you can only get seasonally feel extra special

I get ideas for future meals which makes meal planning creative and interesting rather than a chore

As a regular I am known by sight to like half the vendors & so it feels like a community

People compliment my hair, outfit, and/or nails

It’s a routine and routines are soothing and joyous

[lesbians4kurt]

BRADRAY IS NOT DEAD.

[sphnyspinspin]

*one scroll through google images seeing those meter charts with human silhouettes next to dinosaurs*

Wow… I… I really need to update my bbb character heights…

There’s nothing wrong with being short, by all means, but I feel like I’m seriously limiting their designs like this.

[housecatclawmarks]

I shld do anal more when I’m bottoming. under utilized resource.

[neilperrydeservedbetter1959]

crickets and bees

On a quiet fall night in Kentucky, I can hear the crickets chirping away outside my living room window. The crickets don’t concern themselves with me. They will continue to make noise as they see fit. I wonder, now, if the crickets can hear me typing this on my laptop, and if they think this is some obscene, uncanny attempt at speaking back to them. 

Crickets are a constant on warm nights like these. Under a never-ending but ever-changing navy sky, with stars glittering away some nights like they’re getting paid to do it and not managing to peek through the thin cloud cover on others, living it up on the other side with their cash in hand on a sleepless night, I can always count on the crickets to keep me company. After all, not even the moon visits me every night. I guess the crickets could say the same about me. 

On nights like these, the crickets get me thinking. They get me wondering if I’m doing the right thing, living the right way, if I’m wasting the human life I was given by not living the way I want to. But then I wonder why I assume being human is a gift when I could be a cricket, chirping away and simultaneously lulling people to sleep and waking them the fuck up way too early. Crickets don’t have jobs, or at least, any that I’m aware of. 

I’m reminded of the Bee Movie, of all the bees working kinda hard, all a hive mind, but not nearly as hard as they’re working in nature documentaries. Is this the influence of the human imagination, I wonder? To take something as furiously productive as a hive of bees and animate and warp and personify it into a laidback depiction of an English-speaking bee that just wants to lay around and fuck(?) human women? Is this the American Dream? It surely isn’t the dream of the bees, I’d bet, and probably not the crickets, either. 

Though, if I had to bet, I’d say actual crickets (if they had sentient brains—which, I’m not scientifically-oriented enough to say for sure that they don’t) would be much more likely to act like the bees in the Bee Movie than actual bees. Actual bees are obsessed with their queen, they’re unrelentingly devoted to her. They’re powerfully feminine, at least to me. Why would they want to show this devotion to a human woman? Don’t they have their own queen? Crickets, on the other hand, have no such devotional inner compasses, so to speak. I could absolutely see a cricket wearing sunglasses, attempting to flirt with a human woman, and then going right back to crick-ing all fucking night long. That’s right. I can still hear the crickets outside my window. They are the frat boys of the forest—bothering you all night long, and leaving without a peep in the morning. 

Though, if the real bees don’t have their own queen, I can absolutely see them choosing a human woman to be their focus, their leader. And I don’t mean this in some weird, sexual, bee/human relationship like in the Bee movie. I mean this completely seriously, and I ask this gravely: have you ever seen a woman’s google calendar? What about her physical planner that she keeps in case the online one suddenly craps out in some kind of international power grid failure that sets the world back a decade and could only happen on her busiest day? This woman is prepared for the end in this way, and only in this way. You would think this woman has her life planned, but that planner is holding her shit together so tight, the binding stretching and the elastic fraying, but damn it, it’s together, is it not? That planner is her hopes and dreams, her fears, her budget meeting, her bagel order, that planner is her life. 

Without the planner, this woman will fall into a pit of despair. She will curl up in her decade-old sweatpants and she will not cry, no. She will watch reruns of the Golden Girls and order doordash for dinner and she will fall apart but her food baby will stay intact, bloated out like some faux mother, for a mother has to rely on herself slightly more than on her planner, and this is somehow worse than crying. I know women like this; they are simultaneously gods and goddesses and your worst nightmare and the angel you’ve been praying for and everything in between. That’s why she’d be the perfect queen bee; the bees could rely on her to keep the hive running, and as long as they carry her damn planner behind her, there would be no fallout, no bombs dropped, no broken hive. Just her, and her bees, and my eyes, observing this all go down as I make her a cup of tea with honey. The crickets couldn’t appreciate a woman like this, but the bees could. I could. I may, one day, if I stop living this way.

[wasp-jar]

Just watched the last unicorn again..

Contemplating life now.

[embodiedinscribed]

Companies use AI for art, photography, illustration, animation and writing because it's cheaper than human, consequences be damned. Another example of capitalism destroying art and impoverishing both art and culture.

[dhyanshiva]

Oh dear God, why did reading all these hurt a little (a lot)

on shame and yearning (pt.2)

[lakisfourouklas-blog]

The Journey

Every day I feel like I'm embarking on a journey

to whom I don't know.

My life has never been simple nor

straightforward.

It is as if I'm living it in bits and pieces

just as in a dream

or rather dreams that spread through the nights

like dark angels

observing my vain battle for wholeness.

I know what I'm missing but

I don't know where to find it.

My thoughts come in fragments

they stop me from seeing the full picture

and then they don't come at all

and for a moment I feel a breath of happiness.

Am I cursed?

I've asked myself this question many times

but I don't believe in curses;

besides my life is no better and no worse

from the lives of those around me.

The only difference is that they don't live

in their heads.

So, what is it that I'm looking for?

I guess that would be a new path a

way out of my own being,

the other.

Will I ever find it?

Will it lead me to a redemption that

I hardly need?

I know not but the journey needs to carry on

so that hope will remain undead in

my soul

a soul that aches for change.

Lakis Fourouklas

[marsprincessaesthetic]

Nothing like enjoying the simple pleasures of life. And even when the mind dreams of something grand, it's the moments after that allow us to enjoy existence. To simply think, contemplate, realize, to truly taste life_ these are what give everything meaning.

[agonius]

every day i live with the knowledge of the sword of truth series

[artsymeeshee]

Just a silly idea