I cant even begin to explain everything that has happened in the last 3 years. a total odyssey. Now im like the hero in my own movie called my life. and the suspense and betrayal I have experienced, the adventure and sheer awe, the euphoria and horror, peace and terror, I guess in light of this it makes sense that it feels like I might be rounding the bend to find myself at the edge of the cliff. when I was younger I was so depressed and lost and forsaken that I wanted to die. and even then I was so capable of poetic foresight. I knew that right then when I was so full of life and youth and promise, I was wasting it trying to survive the emotional apocalypse of everything I had seen and endured until then. I was so exhausted and lost I wanted to die and I knew that I was not allowed. that it wasn’t my time yet. I wasn’t allowed. and I knew that one day I would b allowed. that death would come for me and I would not want to go. that I would be filled with regret over the years I had lost being lost. but what can you do? all you can do is endure. and face your destiny. as the cancer now enters my lungs and my writing hand and my pelvis and my leg and where else? ah, the epicentre. the thyroid. the throat chakra. my voice. I did not use my voice as much as I should have. as I wanted to. I am just learning how.
anyway. if you had been following me out of some sense of kindredness beyond the pictures that spoke to both of us, this is where I am. I will try to check in before I … you know. great exit hatch in the sky.
this is a glimpse: travelled extensively. I was abandoned and betrayed by my mother and sister for no reason other than my mother got on her very very high horse when I spoke up against her continuing negativity, dismissiveness and unfairness towards me. so she did what any illhearted woman would do, she told my emotionally bankrupt sister some god knows what, so that she would turn against me too, and they left me to navigate cancer on my own. my mother couldn’t wait for her chance. now she doesn’t have to give me the money that she stole from my fathers estate while I was in the hospital. I don’t know man. I guess im not the first person with, for the most part, shitty parents. it came at the worst time and pushed me into such devastation that I think it tipped the scales and brought on heavier cancer. // I got a puppy to become my service dog to help wiith the depression and anxiety. he is the best dog in the world for me.// I have never felt closer to my soulmate who gave me so much trouble in the beginning but all is forgiven // I have been very much loved and supported by two people I have had very big problems with in the past and so who knew? // ive travelled to meet a tumblr soulmate in a very far away land and pray we meet again in this life // tbc
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This has to be one of the strangest creatures I’ve ever seen. Male Stalk-Eyed Flies gulp air bubbles upinto their heads, then pump those air bubbles into the stalks that support their eyes. The eye-stalks are then inflated to terrifying proportions, acting as nature’s creepiest balloon animals. Lastly, they straighten out any kinks that they may find (because as we all know there’s nothing more embarrassing than a wrinkly eye-stalk). Apparently, this is a sexual adaptation, as the males with the longest eye stems get all the ladies.
Thank you, evolution, for being more creative than any science fiction writer and for providing me with endless wonderment and nightmares.
2016. the year I have to push past all my limitations in order to find a way to survive. the year I learn to live life as an orphan with no kin less than half a world away, other than my child. I am processing the pain of abandonment by my own mother and sister. the death of my estranged father. it is so embarrassing to be so loved by many people who see the light within me and yet my own birth family has been so psychologically unbalanced and damaged that I find I have spent a good deal of my life trying to survive their selfishness and negativity. in plain English, I have to try and live with the fact that they do not know how to love me even though I think they wanted to on some level.
2016. is the year I will try to be born again. whilst fighting a terminal illness. the cancer is on the move inside my body. but I have never been happier with the love of my life and my own little family. I will try to turn this wreck of a ship around. I will do it or die trying. ^_^
im sorry I have been so absent here. I always assume I don’t matter too much and am stunned when I realize that to some I do. ive been dealing with a lot. and its overwhelming. I cant even begin to explain what has all happened.[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[
also I fall asleep while typing a lot. as you can see here.
I wish you the best new year to date. lets do this amigos!!! sending you a big hug.
apparently modern medieval scholars have no solid idea why there’s so many old paintings of knights fighting snails. Like that wasn’t just one weird painting there’s hundreds of those.
the firste meyme
And my favorite one here
I’m not saying humanity defeated an invasion of snail aliens in the Middle Ages but hold on wait that’s EXACTLY what I’m saying
did u know u can help a homeless person without recording it and sharing everywhere ur Extreme Act of Kindness and it still counts
better yet the (strategic) act of kindness that (is clearly intended to) benefit the giver more than the recipient of said kindness. for example: I would like everyone to know that my son who had 20 whole dollars in nickles and dimes and was saving up for years for an Apple ipad, preferably the newest one with double the memory, but he decided to give it to the wealthy muslim mosque to help them because it was vandalized and LO, they rewarded him for his extreme selflessness and that example he sets to love your neighbourhood muslim, which I made sure they knew about how he could have used that 20 in change some day for the ipad you know because he realllllly wants one, well guess what, sniffle sniff, they bought him an ipad to reward him for that extremely selfless act. we never saw that coming. sniffle sniffle. he really loves the ipad. aww shucks we was just bein good and all. see what happens when you are good?
I mean they specified what the donation money was for. mmm hmmm. I knew from $20 whoooole dollars for the apple ipad what this was all about.
It’s easy to get discouraged by the ceaseless news of violence, poverty, and disease. But the news presents a distorted view of the world. News is about things that happen, not things that don’t happen. You never see a TV crew reporting that a country isn’t at war, or that a city hasn’t had a mass shooting that day, or that millions of 80-year-olds are alive and well.
The only way to appreciate that state of the world is to count. How many incidents of violence, or starvation, or disease are there as a proportion of the number of people in the world? And the only way to know whether things are getting better or worse is to compare those numbers at different times: over the centuries and decades, do the trend lines go up or down?
As it happens, the numbers tell a surprisingly happy story. Violent crime has fallen by half since 1992, and fiftyfold since the Middle Ages. Over the past 60 years the number of wars and number of people killed in wars have plummeted. Worldwide, fewer babies die, more children go to school, more people live in democracies, more can afford simple luxuries, fewer get sick, and more live to old age.
“Better” does not mean “perfect.” Too many people still live in misery and die prematurely, and new challenges, such as climate change, confront us. But measuring the progress we’ve made in the past emboldens us to strive for more in the future. Problems that look hopeless may not be; human ingenuity can chip away at them. We will never have a perfect world, but it’s not romantic or naïve to work toward a better one.
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