Unpopular Opinion But I Love It When People Write Essays For Fun On The Internet. I Don’t Think It’s

heishin but shinichi’s trans this time

hello I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately. The anonymity of tumblr means that I associate my idea/image of you with your icon and sometimes I look at people’s icons and I’m like ‘hmmm….what is that and why?’ 

so pls reblog this and comment in the tags the meaning behind your icon and why you chose it. this is a social experiment. do it for science pls.

Oohh my favourite one recently is this cello artist called Takénobu! He does improv sessions every Tuesday for an hour and he posts his sessions as podcasts on his website. Very steady tempo that's not too calming but slightly restless at a good pace. It's not quite classical tho, on Spotify I think they classify it as contemporary classical.

Youtube: https://youtube.com/channel/UCrguPgSvx7TNvMuNUAScIiA?feature=shared

Improv sessions: https://www.takenobumusic.com/mellow-cello-podcast

It’s literally that simple

Friend: “hey my son can’t concentrate on his homework. He chooses to do literally anything else everytime. He said his head doesn’t feel like it.”

Me: “Did you give him music?”

Friend: “No! No tech until he’s done! He doesn’t need more distracted.”

Me:

“k, bring me the child”

*Go to her house*

*points to the obviously ADHD boy struggling with his homework*

Me: “so your head doesn’t feel like doing homework?”

Son: “yeah. It would rather do ANYTHING else.”

Me: *unwrapping earbuds* here, listen to this for an hour while you do it.

French voice: 1hr later

Son: “k I’m done! :-)”

Friend: “wow, what’d you give him? Concentra, Adderall, Ritalin‽”

Me: “Sweet Dreams by Eurythmics” and some lo-fi.

May I humbly request to joy yer crew as a lowly ship rat my good sire I can offer my excellent services of crumb recycling and strange and slightly vexing mystery noises at night

I'm starting a pirate crew

Source: The Boy Who Collects The Stars 星をあつめる少年

by Natsu

Goncharov feels like the evil twin of TikTok’s creation of the Ratatouille Musical.

It came from nothing. It’s not real. No matter how much we contribute, it will never be real. There are gifs. There are screenshots. There’s fanfiction, a cast, a Letterboxd, a TV Tropes page, and an IMDB page. There’s a score and a poster. It’s not real. Most importantly, we cannot get the attention of anyone big enough to make it real because it’ll destroy the entire concept. We don’t WANT the attention. We don’t WANT it to exist. It exists several decades in the past rather than as a joint effort for a collective future project so that no one will ever be able to create or recreate it. But the essence of the film still lies in the collaboration that “made” it. And it now only exists because we decided it should.

I am so obsessed with Tumblr’s community. I really am.

my English prof teaching abt cover letters today and me trying not to bring up the luke skywalker cover letter post:

most of us have heard of the red car game. you’re on a road trip, you’re bored, you start looking for red cars to do something.

and then they’re everywhere. you notice them nearly every few minutes.

there aren’t suddenly more red cars now, of course. you were seeing them already, but you weren’t noticing. you weren’t looking.

I am noticing things.

there is a plant I notice everywhere now, a small bushy plant in suburbs, along streets, by shops on the highways. dwarf umbrella bush is what the internet tells me when I look for it’s name. I did this because I wanted to know why,

every time I ever saw it, every place,

it was always dying. always the leaves turning yellow, the branches small and scraggly. inside out - nitrogen definitely. their soil drained.

I am noticing how many of these landscaping plants are yellowing, how small and sickly they look in just a few years. I am noticing how often the grass outside the house is replaced when it once again turns brown and dry, how the type never changes and the cycle starts again. I am noticing how the unmowed, unkempt spaces on lakesides and roadsides look more alive than this. how the preserve I grew up next to was miles of “messy” unmanicured nature and the ground was covered in leaves instead of grass and there was life.

I am noticing the birds that come by the lake. there was a flash of blue wings and red chest - eastern bluebird, male, relatively common. I had never seen one before. there is a family of ducks that appear every spring; i cannot say if it’s successive generations or different ducks, but I can always look forward to ducklings. there are little brown birds with white heads whose names I do not know - are they some kind of piper? why don’t I already know?

why is it so hard to learn about my native plants (accurately, that is)? why are so many gardening sites littered with people who think a plants value is based on how pretty or useful it is to them, who think a tree shedding leaves is “messy”?

why is knowing about the world we live in so… odd? why is it a hobby and not vital knowledge? I learned about polar equations. I taught myself about mycorrhizal networks and species of insects.

(did you know there are shiny green bees? a special species of wasp pollinating figs? that white flowers bloom at night for moths? do you know? have you looked?)

I cannot look at a lawn and see life anymore. it is a wasteland, devoid of life, dying slowly itself. everywhere is grass, grass, doused in water that runs over into storm drains, soaked in fertilizer and pesticides and a hundred other poisons and sending one clear message:

this is a place of death. life is not welcome here.

I do not think I could live in a city. too loud, yes, too busy, yes, too many people, yes, but the plants would bother me. a tree allotted only a convenient square, surrounded by dead stone and metal.

a forest cleared for this, for burning asphalt streets and racing cars and shops whose bathrooms are “for paying customers only”.

this is a place of death. life is not welcome here.

and now I am noticing.