Oh, These Blue-eyed Boys, These Firestorm Boys With Constellations In Their Teeth, These Back Alley Boys

YOU WILL FIND A WAY!!!! YOU WILL FIND A WAY . You will find a WAY ….. you WILL find a way . You will find a way you will find a way……!! YOU WILL FIND A WAY YOU WILL FIND A WAY you will find a Way you will (find) a way you will find. a way you will find a way YOU WILL FIND A WAY!!!!!!!

*covered in blood* i will.... *trembling* CHOOSE TO BE KIND... *in pain* i will be... NICE to others... *wanting to kill* i will see good in EVERYONE *yelding a knife* i will NOT be like those who hurt me... *screaming* i will be BETTER than who i was...

Ocean Vuong, The Weight of Our Living: On Hope, Fire Escapes, and Visible Desperation

thinking about when i was small, how my mom told me that pipe cleaners were just a tool until people started idly shaping things with them and it grew so popular that they were marketed as crafting materials. and that story about how the original frisbees were disposable pie plates that students flattened to throw. and how when i was a child i had a wooden mancala set with shiny, colorful stones, but on invention it was played with rocks and grooves dug into the dirt. and middle school, paper football and tic-tac-toe and mash and mad libs, games that just need pen and paper. and before that, games of pretend with pirates and princes and masked marauders. how at slumber parties after lights out, we used to whisper storytelling games, i say one sentence and you say the next. and shadow puppets. and the way all the kids in the neighborhood used to divide into teams and throw fallen pine cones at one another. and the floor is lava game, and the quiet game, and the games i play with my coworkers that are just words and retention. and "put a finger down" on the high school bus. and little girls clapping together, and how the first jump-rope was undoubtedly just a length of rope who knows how long ago, and how natural it is to play, how we seek play at every age and with any resources we have and with whatever time we can squeeze it into in a day. i'm not an anthropologist or a psychologist but i think after food and shelter and water and air what comes next is games and stories and laughter. i think that there is nothing -- not sex or fighting or forming unlikely bonds with animals -- there is nothing more human than to play.

We need a Spider-Verse deleted scene where Miles and Peter are sitting on a rooftop, overlooking the city, and they get to talking about Aaron, and Miles starts laughing, like, "He showed me this Thing, watch this, man!" and he puts his hand on Peter's shoulder to do the "Hey" bit and accidentally electrocutes Peter and sends him ricocheting through the air for the distance of, like, 7 skyscrapers.

("ᴼʰ ᵐʸ ᵍᵒᵈ ᴵ ᵏᶦˡˡᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ˢᵖᶦᵈᵉʳ⁻ᵐᵃⁿ" - Miles, under his breath. "I AM SO PROUD OF YOU, BUD!!" - Peter, who still hasn't landed.)

US Elevation.

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Ohara Koson (1877-1945) "Night-Heron with Raised Leg Perched on a Willow Branch,"

unfortunately no eclipse photography can ever outdo the waffle house one from 2017

Never argue with stupid people. They will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.

Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Avonlea