A Thing About College Is, When You Write To A Professor At 2am On A Sunday They Might Reply Instantly

This picture is to remind me never to postpone a milestone -post again 😅

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This election is one of the most important political events of the century. You're not just voting for yourself, your circle, your state, or even your country -you're voting for the entire world. America needs someone who represents the true majority, someone who'll do their job not just as a figure, but a doer. Someone, who'll take responsibility over matters.

The US president is a very influential person. The next to carry that title will have incredible control over a lot of important issues in the coming year alone.

Please, use your heads, use your voices and most importantly, use your votes, 'cause you can & we're counting on you to make a wise decision.

I made a secondary feed to be chaotic on. It'll be a deliberate mess 'till I figure out what I like to do & watcha like to see. There's over 300 of you, but I have very little engagement; now would be a great time to send in your thoughts, too.

I live in two worlds, always 100% convinced that the one I’m currently in is the ‘real one’ and the other’s a mind trick, a dream of sorts, and I have no way of telling when I’m right, if at all.

early (oh wow, pre-pandemic!) rendering of Grim Disclaimer

He sat at the end of the table in a high chair looking awfully sad. His eyes were gleaming, but he didn't cry, only looked without seeing. He trembled ever so slightly, when I put my hand on his. When no one said anything for a long time, finally I took a seat to his left and poured us both some tea. It smelled mild, swirled with dark herbs, like the brew itself were also sad. Everything looked delicious, but in the end no one had a bite.

After everyone had left, when I'd gathered the dishes and was blowing out the candles, he spoke. Though his voice was quiet as the rustling wind, it startled me. 'I should have noticed' he said. I blinked. A million things rushed through my mind. All wrong things to say. 'I should have noticed, Alice' he repeated, raising his eyes to look at me. He was at the brink of shattering. Suddenly he stood, whisked everything in arms reach off the table, and fell back again. Then, after being closed off for so long, he could finally cry. 'We could have..' His voice broke. The shatters of porcelain crunched under my step. I knelt. I took his hands, and kissed them, but I felt empty.

How could I heal the Earth,

When even the inside of my head is so sick, I can't do anything about it,

And most of the time, don't even want to?

And yet, I try my best,

'Cause the Earth is not to blame

For the sickness of mankind.

Humanity itself

Can destroy anything.

Damn, I've terribly neglected.. how could this happen!?

Why does Tumblr think I wanna see all this tasty-looking stuff, when I'm literally staring at 2 kilos of chocolate across the room knowing I can't eat any 'cause it’s for the festival?

In the woods near our house everything grows in circles. There's tall trees, but no leaves on the moss and the stars cast shadows like it's daytime. I made a soup one time of the mushrooms I found in each corner of the wood. White mushrooms, with wide hats, that taste like honey and cotton sugar. The recipe was for a soup, everyone had it at my birthday party, but it was titled 'making a savior' and it's a little strange I can't seem to find my way out of our yard, where the people don't look like my friends at all..