#back yard memorial

[nostalgicfun]

Happy Birthday, 2008

[chefenrir]

Was thinking about how weird it was that Jason's memorial just fuckin,,,, floats in place, and was trying to figure out how it worked. Came to the conclusion that Bruce got into resin art purely for this purpose and that Alfred had to watch a grown adult man performing in the most depressing five-minute-crafts video ever

[existentialcanadian]

BAWKtober #7 - Leaf Piles

[kedreeva]

saw a monarch butterfly on a milkweed plant for the first time in my life and it was like seeing a little legend play out before my eyes

[katyspersonal]

Thinking about that time when a popular artist was a prick to me personally (claimed that I "baited" them for a conflict when all I did was pointing out something in lore contradicting their claim, without any rudeness or condescension, and basically told me to go hang out with other autists instead of bothering them) but the reason I blocked them was not that, it was the fact that they've admitted on not even caring about the source material and just using scraps from it to do their own thing. Priorities hfngkfngj

[fullmetal-angelgrace]

holy shit 73 yards was so good

i have so many questions

[red-eft]

i think love is like catching fireflies. you have to get out there and wander in the dark until find what you were looking for. you have to be gentle with it. if you try to keep it bottled up or force it to stay in your hands, it dies or flees in fear. but you can guide it and hold it close without hurting it. it might not always be there but it does always come back. and it glows

[murasaki-sama]

Conversation I had with my dad

Me: I want to put a Menorah up in a window this year to show myself I am not afraid. Dad: I think your bedroom window would be best, as the front porch blocks the sitting room window, and if this is about showing the world. Me: its more about showing myself, actually. i don't need anyone else to see it Dad: then there is also the family room window Me: you mean the living room one? Dad: family room Me: living room Dad: family room Me: the one in the room with the TV? Dad: yes, by the lamp and the cat trea Me: that could work Dad: but then its not visible to anything but the back yard and i don't think the crows care Me: we don't have crows we have grickles Dad: the grickles Me: the grickles definately don't care, the crows might care

[littlestickfish]

I had a dream that I had found another Mark Twain song like the New Battle Hymn of the Republic

But it was written in vegetable pizza--all my favorite vegetables, mind--and I was trying to eat it... but it wouldn't all fit on my fork. And I said to my mom, "If I had to rate this song on a scale of Fuck You, 1-10, it would get an 11." And I think I was probably right

And then I tried to remember the words to the New Battle Hymn of the Republic, but I can only remember the first and the last

Mine eyes have seen the orgy of the launching of the sword

He is searching out the hidings where the strangers' wealth is stored

He has loosed his doomful lightning and with woe and death has scored

His lust is marching on /

I have read his bandit gospel writ in burnished rows of steel

As ye deal with my pretensions so with you my wrath shall deal

Let the faithless son of freedom crush the patriot with his heel

Our God is marching on!

I used to know all four verses. I used to sing them in my 20s while I was doing yard work, back in my 20s when I could still do yard work. That seems... like another life, now. In a way that makes the world tonight feel like the unfinished dream, not what I just saw

Anyway

Happy July ig

[sanchoyo]

We had to put him down this morning. His health was getting too bad and I couldn’t stand the idea of him suffering.

it’s just crazy to think I don’t really have puppy pictures of him because we got him before we even had cell phones. I picked him because all the other puppies had cute little shirts on and when I asked why he didn’t, the guy giving him to us said he was too rowdy and was a wiggly little fighter and I was so charmed by that. He had so much personality and would wake me up at ungodly hours in the morning for our walks. But like, he gave me a reason to get outside and see the sunrise everyday. I hope I took even half as much care of him as he did for me. Love you forever, fuzzy ❤️

[mass-convergence]

I still remember this one day in fall when I was a kid that stuck with me.

It was at some point when I was in high school I believe. It was the weekend, the day was dreary and cold. A steady rain fell all day with the occasional gust of wind.

I got my boots on and tromped outside, metal rake perched over my shoulder. Back then I had this idea to clear out a section of wood to build a fort in. I stayed out for hours, clearing a patch on the forest floor. It smelled absolutely heavenly: the rain soaked earth, that crisp smell the air has when it’s cold, the earthy smell of dead leaves, and the slight fragrance from some flowery vine that permeated the air as I worked. There wasn’t much in terms of animal life out - I lived in suburbia and this was literally a tiny strip of forest between my house and our neighbor. But still there were birds flitting from tree to tree, crows cawing, and I even saw a fox silently watching me as I worked before slinking away into the thicket.

I came back in the house as the humid air grew dim in the evening hour. I was soaked, sore, and happy. My mom ushered me up the stairs to go take a shower before I sat down for dinner, tsking at me for even thinking of stepping inside while still in my muddy boots.

[emmaspolaroid]

too much to liiiive too much to die forrrr

[mariocki]

New Scotland Yard: Memory of a Gauntlet (1.3, LWT, 1972)

"I understand this must be a little embarrassing for you, Mr. Bruchner."

"It doesn't embarrass me in the least, I assure you. All this happened over thirty years ago. I, like so many others, was a young and stupid man; I did a lot of immature and stupid things, like becoming an SS trooper."

"Immature?"

"Yeah, of course. I dressed up like a soldier, I had shiny boots, I wore a pistol; I had an elegant uniform, money in my pocket, a little of authority. Plenty of pretty girls. Am I shocking you, Inspector?"

"Just a little, sir."

[joohto]

if i don't consume figs right now i might die. for real.

[x-h3kk3ning-x]

Sometimes I forget that there are people who have never experienced the magic of living in an urban area, and randomly getting visited by deer in your yard. It's. Magical.

[farsailing]

mmmm thinking of attending meetings after the move if my work schedule allows. i’m def not interested in returning to Christianity theistically, but i do kind of miss the community of meetings. the society of friends for my new city does unprogrammed worship (the kind my family attended) and is inclusive so i may reach out to them about attending sometimes