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I just never stop thinking about the fact that Hua Cheng is a ghost fueled by love, when most ghosts are fueled by resentment. Not to say he doesn’t have resentment in there because he sure does but that’s not the reason.
And not just any ghost, but an incredibly old, incredibly powerful ghost. Everything he has done and built, every time he has clawed himself back into the world, has been because of the enduring love he holds for Xie Lian.
nothing will be more frustrating about art school than the professor not knowing how to use technology.
If I see one more Moonbin ofrenda I'm going to lose my mind.
doctors will be like. yeah. there’s something so so so so wrong with you. idk what and I don’t really care
This is death itself. This is the biggest and baddest thing in all of fairy tale, and you want to set it free.
Listen meine Freunde, I was writing whole ass smut fiction in class....
Impressive
How are you going to read wattpad in the middle of class???
I love MacBook so much. Nothing goes wrong ever. Adobe loves running on them ❤️ /j
Progress was a Latin word before it became a miracle.
Its creation owed to the combination of pro and gradi, meaning “in front, forward” and “to walk,” respectively.
That’s what progress is, isn’t it?
To walk forward.
To walk forward. Even though you’re terrified that you’re accidentally leaving something behind.
To walk forward. Even though it’s dark and you can’t see that fabled light everyone promises you’re walking towards.
Forward. Even though you don’t recognize your surroundings and feel lost and so very alone.
Even though you’ve been walking all your life and don’t think you can’t take another step.
Forward.
Forever forward.
Even when your footsteps are leadladen and so heavy onward happens in increments so infuriatingly tiny you are unable to notice the dogged-drag of the dirt shifting under your soles.
When you don’t think you deserve to take another step.
I’m coming to realize that regardless if I’m actively trying or not, I’m moving forward. We all are. That’s just what life does. It moves forward.
It progresses. A feat miraculous and terrifying.
Moving forward even though you don’t think you want to. Because you’re not ready to move on from the comfort that darkness offers. Because you don’t think you’ve earned the momentum promised by the light. Because the first hint of the light’s warmth feels like a betrayal to darkness. Because the darkness took the place of the love-stained-light that was there first. Because it feels like I should mourn the loss of light forever.
Because walking forward means progress and progress means getting better and getting better means the darkness is fading and if the darkness is fading, that means I’m no longer mourning the light. And no longer mourning the light feels like I’m leaving him behind. And if I’m leaving him behind, does that mean I miss him less? A horrific miracle: to leave love behind.
And yet, the wonders never cease!
Walking forward and leaving not my love nor his behind.
I carry them both with me.
In me,
A love taken gently and tucked in my chest for safekeeping.
So that he may be made a part of me,
An internal light to guide as I stumble forward.
As I crawl my way through the dirt of the grave and out of the darkness.
And when my coffin-bloody fingers finally break through the surface,
When my ground-chilled body finally feels the warmth of the sun again,
When my two-in-one heart starts beating again,
Like a patchwork Lazarus,
We will both rise.
Though the body that once housed his heart no longer progresses,
With each step I take,
His love walks forward
To be known by everyone I meet.
And ain’t that the biggest fucking miracle you’ve ever seen?
I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven't seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka "raptures of the deep"
basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.
she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.
if you can solve it, you're good. that is the hardest part of the test.
because here's what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they're not dying, they're not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.
a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he'd told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he's at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can't go down there, but he saw the woman go.
instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.
she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.
when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍
“rap is the worst music genre” “no actually it’s soul” “no actually it’s jazz” “no actually it’s ska” “no actually it’s r&b” hey guys do you notice a common denominator in the genres you hate or is it just me
This is death itself. This is the biggest and baddest thing in all of fairy tale, and you want to set it free.
the best part about wei wuxian's resurrection scene is that it happens when the audience doesn't know anything about him yet, so when he goes "i'm going to act like a deranged homosexual lunatic so no one recognizes me" you're like yeah sure that could be a feasible disguise until the flashback happens and you realize it's a terrible idea, because wei wuxian acts like a deranged homosexual lunatic all the time
RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ARRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OUGHHHHHH
those words aren’t necessary miss kitty. you’re lucky you get ice cream at all.
230623 - vogue japan on twitter
I’M JUST TRYING TO PLAY MY SILLY LITTLE GAME
A SPIDPER JUST CRAWLED ACROSS MY FUCKING FOOT
by: Alexander Zharnikov
they’re living the dream
