"nothing Is Real Atoms Never Touch Each Other Youve Never Touched Anything In Your Life" Ok. Well When

“My boy Spatula bunking down for a snowy night” 

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Polar bear (🐻‍❄️) inspired* foods/snacks

All kids of fish (🐟) especially saltwater species

Berries especially blueberries (🫐), blackberries, and cranberries

Wild and brown rice

Venison

Seaweed (seaweed chips are a thing, so a seaweed sheets)

Sushi/Sashimi (🍣)

Slushies/Icees (I don't know what y'all call them)

Ice cream

Poultry - duck, turkey, and chicken

Eggs (🥚) in general

Dried meats/jerky

Tea (especially chamomile and dandelion)

Ice water/cold water

Carrots (🥕)

Soup with any of the aforementioned ingredients - (wild rice soup is delicious btw)

*Please note that while this is inspired by a polar bear's diet it is just that. It is not 100% accurate nor was it intended to be

thinking about how the bible is all affect. about how it is an oral thing, a leak between bodies, a murmur between lovers or a yell at a wound or a song in a nursery. the bible is a language that falls over itself. it is a word left untranslated. i am thinking of סֶֽלָה (selah), a transliterated word that means nothing except for when it means everything—it is a word that is really a sigh. or, i am thinking of יהוה (yhwh), the name of god that is no name at all but instead the panting of breath. affective, rhythmic, pulsing, the bible and its language can't catch up to itself. it was never meant to. cantillation and intonation can do no good with a text in excess. nor anything the masoretes did, nor new lexicons either (הַֽלְלוּ/hallelujah can't attach itself to meaning, no matter how hard you try)

Darling you cannot just add this literary genius to my shitpost

babey you have WAY too much time on your hands

I am well aware of that, my friend

A Noah Kahan concert, a kahancert if you will

I’ve been seeing something going around about how since Hermes is a trickster god, April first should be a new day of celebration for him. Here’s everything I have on it so far.

Seems super interesting and something I could really get behind.

asking someone their big three and meaning their favorite prophet, apostle, and member of freud's vienna society

Léon Morin, Priest (1961)

Yeehawgust day 5: coyote prowlin’

......in the cosmos.

this actually is rewiring my brain as we speak