#sonder thoughts

[herethereverywhere]

and what if i said summer mobility aid user. what then.

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

"Sonder" — noun. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own.

[06894]

how life be feeling lately 😖

[danieyells]

@sondering-thoughts

Oh, you're absolutely right! The Vagastrom students mentioned they'd normally go to Clementia to get things exorcised! That completely slipped my mind!! Good memory!

So Clementia likely specially dealt with spirits kind of like how Hotarubi specially deals with Japanese anomalies and Mortkraken specially deals with anomalous illness?

Also I'm kind of assuming that they lived in the Cathedral, not Dionysia or Ultio. But people who work with spirits and possessions living in a Cathedral makes even more sense--I mean most of the dorms and their surrounding locations kind of reflect on the nature of the house and its students, and the traditional house is Hotarubi so they couldn't live in like a Japanese temple or there'd be thematic overlap lolol

[xojanessalynn]

There is a secret universe all around us. If you pause and take a peek you can catch a glimpse every now and then. We wander about passing individuals each with a different face. We are mere pieces in the sonder. Each being has their own story they narrate. We are complex and unique, every soul surrounding. Our truth is our truth and no one can change that. Only if our universes collide do we truly get to see a page in someone else’s book. It is rare that we even understand a perspective other than our own.

xo.j

[averageclericpoetry]

How sweet and beautiful it is,

My friend,

My love,

To have lived a life that brushed past yours.

[forever-a-lake-effect-kid]

hiiii wttt fandom. you'll never guess what period of history i've been hyperfixating on lately ^-^

ids copied out under cut!

A page of doodles of personifications of the New England colonies in the 1600s. There are colored full body drawings of them in the center-- Massachusetts, Connecticut, Rhode Island, New Hampshire, and Maine, from left to right. They are all wearing typical outfits of the time with different colored vests, and Massachusetts is wearing one of those hats Puritans wore. They are all glaring at each other and thinking "god this place is a freakshow. i don't respect literally any of you people," except for Maine, who is squatting on the ground and poking at something happily, with a thought bubble that just contains a photorealistic image of a pinecone. A doodle in the upper left corner shows Britain (off-screen) gesturing to Maine and saying "Massachusetts, my…most…resolute colony. I recently won this territory from France, and am entrusting their care and…civilization to you." Mass stares at Maine blankly and then says "…wait did you say FRANCE?" with an expression of distress. Other drawings around the edge include Connecticut pointing at Maine and saying "how is it even POSSIBLE for one child to accumulate this many sticks in their hair?", Massachusetts carrying Maine under one arm with an exhausted/annoyed expression, and Maryland and Maine holding up a crab and a lobster respectively and saying "clab :D" and "lobber :D" to each other. Also an attempt at a drawing of a potato with an arrow pointing to it saying "this space is too empty. The humble potato".

Close up pictures include:

Close ups of small portraits of the faces of various colonies. They are all light-skinned and labeled with their names. Massachusetts has short dark brown hair, dark green eyes, and a determined expression. Connecticut has short, lighter brown hair, dark green eyes, and glasses. Rhode Island has short reddish hair, light green eyes, and a mischievous expression. Vermont has longer, light brown hair and light green eyes. New Hampshire has dark green eyes and short brown hair. Acadia, who is the only one drawn in profile, has greenish-blue eyes and dark brown hair mostly covered by a hood. She looks concerned. New Brunswick has dark brown hair and dark blue-green eyes. Nova Scotia has dark brown, wavy hair in a ponytail and greenish-blue eyes. Maine has longer, messy brown hair and dark blue-green eyes.

Close-up of a small comic. Connecticut is reaching to peer over a fence or wall and saying "psst. acadia. i know we're technically 'at' 'war' presently, but, well," Acadia, on the other side of the fence/wall, says "you still wish to trade?" Connecticut says "…yes". Acadia says "good. us too." Connecticut, in smaller text, says "oh thank heaven".

Comic. Parentheses at the top say "(modern day)". Maine, looking at their phone, says "hey mass remember how you used to think i was a demon lmao". Mass, carrying a cup, says with a concerned expression "what??? no????" He continues "i mean, maybe i said some things like that at SOME point… but i really don't remember… i mean, i doubt i MEANT it… maybe you're exaggerating…" Maine, with a expression of deep frustration, remembers old-timey Massachusetts angrily saying "sometimes i am not sure if you are a DEMON sent from hell to TORMENT me or merely meant as a TEST of my PATIENCE from GOD!"

Comic. In the background, Connecticut, Rhode Island, Massachusetts, and New Hampshire (and Maine, holding on to Massachusetts's cloak) are gesturing at each other with sound effect of "bickering, arguing, etc." as a nonspecific figure in the foreground says "ugh… new englanders are such a belligerent sort of people, don't you think? also wow those accents are…something". The New Englanders in question all whirl to face the figure with expressions of rage (and delight, for Maine and Rhode Island), and yell in unison "What did you say?!" Some of them add "hellfire and damnation" and "we'll KILL you". The person in the foreground looks afraid.

[lovemicheal]

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[scarlettheartless]

From the shadowed depths of my soul’s most forgotten corners:

I find myself falling in love with strangers in fleeting glimpses, crying for lives on distant screens, and whispering to shadows about fears that are not real, only imaginary.

When anger seizes me, it swells. A storm trapped in my skull, raging until it feels as though I might break or burst into tears, perhaps.

I am a vessel of absurd extremes, incapable of simple likes or dislikes: only of loving with ferocious intensity, or hating with a fire that burns to the core.

Even the smallest sparks become blazing obsessions, consuming my thoughts until the next flame appears. And when hatred touches me, it wraps my heart in thunderclouds, leaving me wanting to scream and collapse into sobs all at once.

I feel, I feel, I feel.

an ocean with no horizon, its waves crashing with the weight of every soul, both real and imagined.

I carry their joys, their sorrows, and my own, knotted together in the boundless depths of my being.

Perhaps this is the essence of life: to feel, to embrace every single emotion that has ever stirred the human heart.

Though I may not understand why my heart chooses the fire of extremes over the quiet middle ground, I sure will lean into the chaos.

I sure will smile at innocent souls in their cradles, fall for fleeting strangers on the street, burn with anger over the smallest slights, weep for unseen lives behind distant screens, and find beauty in the smallest details.

Perhaps this is what makes me who I am: a heart that feels with unrelenting strength,

a spirit alive with the poetry of extremes.

[satnincherub]

I've forgotten what it's like to breathe

[herethereverywhere]

hi.here's a free invite to infodump about your dnd campaigns :3 whats goin on over there

cas my mutual my friend . i cant BEGIN to tell you how appy this ask makes me :) anyways campains he hoo if my players see this dni i am speaking specifically to my coc-ers because . i trust that i dont have to make a spoiler tag for you BUT u kno.

first and foremost we will start with city of dust because we dont have session until august and i am deeply sad about this </3 BUT WHEN WE DO . ohhh iam so HYPED you do not know

the players are going back to zuan which is important for me because theyve been in piltover for a good amount of our sessions and i have . no notes on piltover. i have a TON on zuan, and next session the players are going to a area i have sat on since the start of the campaign. it's called the mystics district. heres a blurb from my notes so i dont have to rehash what i have told my non-players and friends

for my call of cthulu summer campaign. first of all my players are AWESOME, cal you will see this later . i shake you back and forth thank you for stepping in to a empty space and taking a chance on me i LOVE having u at my table and you are the reason i will be taking on mutuals in campaigns and or oneshots in the future. as for the game itself, they have finally got to the horrors! in a way. i'll be interested to see how next session goes, what they choose to explore and neglect, ect. ect. basically next session is this day next week and i am hype for it oh and i made a old man to play in a friend of a friends system recently ! i finally have solid footing in that which is nice and actually creates a investment ykno

[bread--quest]

i think its really funny how ive almost perfectly dodged cultural christian guilt about some things but am so aggressively not immune to others. i was the only person in my college class able to casually say "yeah i think this theory is encouraging women to do erotic or sexual writing". also i do believe every bad thing that happens to me is my fault and i have to perform labors to make up for it

[emerlu]

Everyone has such a complex life. They have goals and ambitions. They are striving to meet their goals. I don’t have that, and i feel like I’m constantly missing out. I have done nothing with my life and i don’t have goals. I’m miserable.

[lanilala]

Sonder

i am (at the time of writing) 16 years old. I haven’t done many things in this decade and a half of this life. It has been pretty mundane and frankly boring with its ups and downs. i often sit in my room and hear the woosh of crashes and the opening and closing of doors that echos up and down my street. i sit in the classroom and hear the typing of, the sipping out of a water bottle, and the chatting of young teen voices. i sit on the metro and hear the blaring of Akin kid music, the patter of feet as people exit and enter the bus, the beeping of tickets and money as people provide their bus fair. i seem to do that a lot. Sitting and listening, i mean. It seems as though i have never truly grown out of that. While i seem to be a loud-mouthed yapper that only enjoys speaking for the sake of filling so silence, i do listen. I listen to that chatter coming from those open doors on my street. i listen to the steps as they exit the bus to see if they might happen to be in a hurry like me. i listen to the flapping of gums as they miss every other syllable in the word as they speak to one another. i get to listen quite a lot. And it makes me sad. Sad that I will never know why they opened that door. Sad because i might never find out why they are in a hurry. Sad that i am not in that story or part of that conversation.

Sonder: [ son-der ]-the feeling one has on realizing that every other individual one sees has a life as full and real as one’s own, in which they are the central character and others, including oneself, have secondary or insignificant roles

And with knowing and understanding that, it's hard to not feel like a background character. One that sits and listens.

-AS

[sonderpuppy]

i love being a puppy. i love being an overwhelmingly cute little guy that just likes to yap and whine and pant and chew and grind on my handler

[forever-a-lake-effect-kid]

ok so as i mentioned i was reading this book on early american settlers and their "folkways" and i'm currently making it through the first section which is on massachusetts puritans (BOOOOO) and i just got to the section on child-rearing and uhh

this does not bode well for little district of maine guys