A Handfull Of Weeks Ago I Bought This Really Old Book From A Vintage Store. And I Don't Just Mean From

Inspiration comes from basically anywhere, but sometimes I want something to occupy my mind as I live. So I make stories from small fragments of inspiration. Usually agitation, if I'm being honest. Sometimes they come from small bits of hope. Those are always my favorite.

Today I believe it was hope. Maybe optimistically, I want to believe it was hope.

The ticket is always blank

I feel as though life has been passing me by

It feels like I'm at a train station

Watching the trains pass

Wonder which one was mine

It's hearing a busker's guitar, calm peaceful

We stand their in our own melancholic solitude

Not daring to look up

Buried in our own self doubt

It's watching clouds roll over blue skies

It's watching the seconds tick

Waiting for the clock to fall

And my body to decay

It was laying in the grass

Trying to become a bug

It was standing in the rain

To become a puddle

I think of these things

These thoughts of death that plague my brain

I watch another train go by

The next one, I think,

I'll get on

I love how 3 dimensional people can be!

Theres this guys I know who is a complete horror nerd, and loves The Walking Dead. Recently, found out that he collects and reads the babysitter's club.

And I just think thats wonderful

I found the Baron.

While at an airshow (the most fun and autistic event I've ever been to) I stumbled upon a bear dressed in pilots clothes, specifically a bomber jacket, goggles and scarf. Like the outfits of WW1 era pilots. After some timeline checking I present to you the story of the Baron and Baroness.

The baroness has been a suffragette for many years now, while it has been hard work she feels they are close. The Baron fears he might have to take up arms in the great war, while out one day he watches the suffragettes protests. One woman full of determination catches his eye, he admires her courage and spirit, wishing he too could be like that. But as she walks past him, he just watches. The Baron believes he will never see this powerful lady again. As chance would have it they meet once more, a smitten Baron tries his best to woo the Baroness. While his natural wit fails him, his charming attitude and sincerity has the baroness fall in love with him all the same. The war looming it the background of their happy ending. the Baron deems it his responsibility to fight for Britain. Tearful goodbye are shared; the Baron reassures his beloved that, if it weren't for her, he would not have the bravery to fight at all. Before he flies off in to battle the baroness give him a locket with a picture of her. "Keep it close," she says, "it will keep you safe." The baron places it in the pocket closest to his heart. "I win the war for Britain, you win the war for women." They part, and the story ends. We are left wondering; will the allies win the great war? Will the suffragettes procure their rights? And what you are wondering, will they ever see eachother again?

I saw a doll at the thrift store the other day, it was a light brown bear dressed in fancy dress, it was a beautiful maroon with lace. She had a hat on as well. A lovely sufferagette, standing alone atop a dusty wooden shelf. She reminded me of the baroness. Noble, breath taking, yet alone.

Being autistic is such an weird experience because I just spent an hour fuming around the kitchen making dinner and trying not to break anything. Then the moment I held big cat (comfort item be praised) I just started crying. Now I'm eating dinner with a massive gray cat, who is a short king and I love him.

Does tumblr have a similar stigma about

*scrolls through your blog, liking everything*

As most other social medias sites?

Oooo Cool! Google translate said something similar, "devotional book."

A handfull of weeks ago I bought this really old book from a vintage store. And I don't just mean from 50 years ago or something, I mean from like 100 years ago. It's in German or something, and I can't read it. But it was so interesting I just had to bring it home. The number in the cover says 1860 and I know the book itself was around since 1881 from the first of many signatures and dates on the inside.

Im a bit cautious about touching it since it's badly damaged but here are some photos. Anyone know what language/book this is? What's it about? So curious

what if every Tumblr user suddenly looses their mouse?

"Tu te demandes si tu es une bête féroce ou bien un saint Mais tu es l'un, et l'autre, et tellement de choses encore Tu es infiniment nombreux Celui qui méprise, celui qui blesse, celui qui aime, celui qui cherche Et tous les autres ensembles Trompe-toi, sois imprudent, tout n'est pas fragile N'attends rien que de toi, parce que tu es sacré Parce que tu es en vie Parce que le plus important n'est pas ce que tu es, mais ce que tu as choisi d'être"

Excerpt from "BLIZZARD" by Fauve

Me: why can I never find people who think like me or even similarly? Why do they always say some bullshit??

Also me: actually likes learning and school, anti capitalist who wants to build community, teacher pet, autistic, very queer, calls out people when to they say bigoted shit (and very bluntly), asks a lot of questions, intrups people in the middle of sentences to ask said questions, has a very crude and raunchy sense of humor,