A harbor seal glides through the bay, In waters where the sunbeams play, With whiskered grace and dappled skin, A quiet dance, a gentle spin.
Majestic in its silent glide, Rules the waters, free and wide. A fleeting shadow, sleek and wise, The harbor seal beneath the skies.
Footage from our divers enjoying the magic of the sublime seals right outside in the bay 🌈 🌊
here you go professor. several pages of home brewed bullshit. as opposed to the chatgpt-brewed bullshit you're used to these days. i hope u enjoy it i worked very hard on it ❤️
Does gen as a ao3 tag not mean 'there are no ships here'? I keep seeing ships under the gen tag, wondering if my understanding is off. Are there other tags that would be more appropriate for fics without slashes?
Irreverence for all; desire or need. We often squabble for and ever heed, the inevitable- possessives plead, regardless it chokes: forever it lead;
Causes and caused all until "The end", you lose?- it lend, like enemy and friend, your abuser it rend and later it mend. The rules you bend, just follow a trend, Forever you fend, press buttons to vend, you attend; descend as entropy wend.
It can never know you, but you know it? Right?.. (not rhetorical)
Yippee another joint poem with Autumn :D WE KNOW ITS LIKE EDGELORD WORTHY AND NOT GREAT BUT LIKE SEE THE VISION 😭
We are artists; we bleed our pain on paper
With our bones as tools, our sculptures we taper
Gouging at ourselves with each new gentle stroke we create, not resting until our darkest thoughts we’re able to articulate
We’re the vessel that brings to life our muse
That, we cannot choose
Art is as addicting as booze, disgusting, but a habit
And alike, our fate is definite
Forever doomed to be societies deficit
(Teehee felt silly)
Late nights and Would you rathers
Aliko Dangote, the richest man in Africa, has been tormented by a Brazilian man named Osvaldo for the last several years.
when i was a kid, my father would always say that optimism is just a lack of information. i was optimistic to spite him. lately i've been feeling like he was actually right. but you know what? he wasn't.
he made it look like being oprimistic was easier, because it meant you didn't bother to see the whole picture. in reality, being optimistic requires strength. it requires courage to have hope even in the darkest times
i am not optimistic because i have no reason to be pessimistic. i am optimistic because i am actively choosing to be. to see that future can be bright. to find hope.
how is it mario day and no one posted the essay
Welcome to the world
By sun.after.winter
Welcome to the world
I'm sure you'll love it here
With all the thoughts shoved down your throat
With none that you can share
Welcome to the world
We'll control your every move
Don't worry - your free here
If you do exactly as your hear