#is perseverence

[phoenixkaptain]

Me: “It’s so annoying to block and report all of these spam bots. Maybe I should just ignore them.”

Me: “No. That’s what the spam bots want. If I ignore them, they win.”

[classycookiexo]

[paintedcrows]

Nooo little Stanley watch out! Your striped shirt, bandage, and sad backstory are too Fallen Human Coded!! The Undertale narrative is going to get you!!!

[fluffyartbl0g]

one piece saved my life man

[moldspace]

i was at a restaurant last week, watching the political ads on the TV between sports games. one from the trump campaign ended with the slogan “kamala is for they/them. trump is for you”. it was vilely clever - and it made a clear statement about who was the enemy, the other, the unwelcome, in trump’s great america. i thought about how the right had gone all-in on transphobia this election season, and i hoped it was a gamble that would cost them.

this week has been a gut punch, and i’ve been feeling a lot of things - rage, fear, grief, and subspecies of those emotions. what i kept coming back to, though, as i digested these feelings, were the people i love. my queer friends. the trans kids in my community. the people who, already, are losing their rights to bodily autonomy, state-by-state. the way that i’ve had to start looking at our country as a fucked up patchwork of safe and not-safe. the way that access to medical care, increasingly, changes depending on which side of an arbitrary border you’re on. i’m also realizing the ignorance and privilege it is to only think of our country this way, now. america has always been about picking and choosing who deserves rights, who we consider a person. but, despite the deep-seated flaws of this country, i live in it. so do so many people i love. and that’s what I keep coming back to: the people i love, and my desire to protect them. at the very center of all the rage and hurt and anxiety and sorrow i’m feeling, is a deep, perilous love. i am holding onto that love. i hope you are, too.

[beekeeperspicnic]

Hey so did you know that the Mars rover Perseverance has an instrument called SHERLOC which is studying the composition of the soil, and an accompanying camera called WATSON that is documenting everything?

In 2024 they've been exploring somewhere called the "Beehive Geyser", except SHERLOC's cover got stuck (presumably resulting in grit affecting a sensitive instrument?)

I feel very normal about this.

Explore the universe together, guys.

[soupdwelling]

doodled some guy again

[cadetral]

I'm going to eat cement.

[pakau]

@strange-aeons and @the-muppet-joker duking it out.

[blazeball]

Keep Buying Wheel Of Fortune❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗❗

[nalonzooo]

just me and my baby

[chalkrub]

saw some mangy dog on the outskirts of town

[lvnesart]

oh to be loved

[plagalkey]

atsumu makes me go insane haha.. oikage's property..

[lavellaned]

happy one month anniversary of the gameplay reveal. proud of how normal we've all been about it.

[thoughtsfromb4]

The Angel On My Shoulder Goes By The Name Of Death

Preface: For the last day of mental health month, I wanted to share something I wrote that deals with some rather dark struggles. Struggles that I know others face as well. Struggles that I hope might be eased for just one person who reads this, even if only in the smallest way.

There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death,

And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I always feel his breath

As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth.

He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape,

One who has no single voice nor form yet is somehow always horrific in his shape

When my mind’s eye sees him lying in the darkest shadows of my brain's path-illogical landscape.

For while it may be hidden, we are locked in eternal battle, one to which we both are bound,

And though the clashes rage on deep within, the fighting furious and yet without a sound,

The hardest part is not the fighting, it is not knowing if there will be any respite to be found.

This war is one without casualties but still with victims–its battles waged within the mind–

But even having entreated aid from all my demons with any values I could trade in kind,

I have yet to even dream of any type of peace accords to which we would both agree to bind.

But what I have paid in pain to learn in this seemingly Sisyphean struggle is that one cannot sit idly by,

That every new assault of his is an opportunity for me to learn new tactics which I can in future then apply.

Thus I have vowed: Whatever new mental munitions he has in store for me, nor what deadly schemes I must yet defy–

Though I know, like you, I too will one day meet my end, it shall be he who will be the first of us to die.

-- @thoughtsfromb4