#they run run run

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

a mirrored picture of my old man a plato fanmix  [listen]

01. Little Shadow - yeah yeah yeahs | 02. Bitter Milk - ibi | 03. Such a Shame - talk talk | 04. Payback - jan hammer  |  05. Deformative  - black eyes | 06. A Chronicle of Early Failures - Part 1 - the dead texan | 07. Mis-Shapes - pulp | 08. Haunted (Instrumental) - radical face | 09. Disarm - the smashing pumpkins | 10. Smalltown Boy - bronski beat | 11. II. Largo assai ed espressivo (excerpt) from Piano Trio No. 4 in D Major, Op. 70, No. 1 "Ghost" - ludwig van beethovan | 12. My Eyes - the lumineers | 13. Vivaldi Variation (Arr. for Piano from Concerto for Strings in G Minor, RV 156) - florian christl  | 14. Unwell - matchbox twenty | 15. Once Upon a Dream - invadable harmony | 16. I’ve Just Seen a Face (Acoustic Cover) - the moon loungers  | 17. Memory of That Waltz - frozen silence | 18. Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want - the dream academy | 19. They Move on Tracks of Never Ending Light -  this will destroy you | 20. Cambodia - Single Version - kim wilde |  21. "Happy End" (ハッピー・エンド) -  yellow light orchestra |   22. Superstitious Feeling - harlequin | 23. Masquerade (Suite): 1. Waltz Excerpt - aram khachaturian, london symphony orchestra, stanley black  | 24. The Family Jewels - marina  | 25. The Nutcracker, “A Pine Forest In Winter” - pyotr illyich tchaikovsky, heribert beissel, bonn classcal philharmonic |  26. Seventeen Going Under - sam fender | 27. Serenade for Strings in E Major, “II. Tempo di valse” - anton dvorak, prague chamber orchestra, petr skvor  | 28. Release - michael nesmith | 29. Piano Sonata No. 14 in C-Sharp Minor, “Moonlight” - ludwig van beethoven, brodsky quartet | 30.  Race Among the Ruins - gordon lightfoot | 31. Pavane, Op. 50  - gabriel faure, sinfonieorchester basel, ivor bolten | 32. Man Made Lake - donovan woods | 33. Unflappable - vampire step-dad  | 34. Keep Up The Fight - gowan

[serial-unaliver]

[useless-englandfacts]

uk journalists having to report through gritted teeth that there were no riots last night as thousands of anti-racist protesters significantly outnumbered the racist rioters across the country

[thechekhov]

I need to run a survey really quick. This isn't serious, but I need people to cooperate and not cheat for the sake of it because it'll skew the results.

Imagine you wake up tomorrow and you realize you (and everyone else in the world) can turn into an animal (And back into a human) at will.

Please go to this link to see what animal it will be for you:

(this is random, and yes, you only get one, no redos)

With this in mind, please reply to the following questions as truthfully as possible based on your current situation. (Not an ideal fantasy one.)

[bathylychnops]

deleting files makes me so scared what if i Needed That

[third-king-of-salmonids]

SWAM PAST MY OLD JOB TODAY I THINK THEY MISS ME

[bruciemilf]

Bruce: I know it’s hard, but you must remain forgiving and merciful, Jason.

Tim, who had to watch Bruce skin a man alive like a piece of salmon with a batarang for saying something rude about his then deceased son, throw him in the back of the Batmobile, and drive him to the hospital just to beat him up again:

[daisyofwaterdeep]

had a dream I went to a hozier concert and mr. hozier stopped singing and pointed to me in the crowd and asked me to go get him some extra crispy tofu and a blueberry shake for after the show and then the crowd passed his debit card to me and when I got it I could see his real legal name was Horace Bob-omb

[junglejim4322]

You know what blows my mind is when you meet someone who literally does not eat vegetables. #scurvy

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[hoofpeet]

14 year old artists listen to me right now (gripping you by the shoulders) STOP caring about your "internet presence" right naow. Draw slower and stop trying to boil your art down to an acceptable marketable brand

[saturnvs]

stjärnfall / falling stars

[professorcalculusstanaccount]

as newspapers today dont tend to hire children, a modern day Tintin would run a clickbait YouTube channel, except the clickbait is 100% real every single time

he starts off as an irritating conservative pundit at 14, meets Chang then leaves the think tank paying him and launches his own independent channel and blows up shortly after. Chang helps with video editing and managing his socials and they often chat on video calls between adventures. Haddock, his foster dad, has absolutely no knowledge of his earlier videos.

[maviyenot]

[wedarkacademia]

- Evelyn Waugh, from Brideshead Revisited (1945)