It is 3:18, and there is a tiny fly in my room that has been keeping me up for 3 hours now. Every time i think it’s finally gone away, I hear that infernal whiny buzzing again and I know it’s nearby. I like to think of myself as a nonviolent person, but all I can think about right now is how much I want to murder this hellion.
Writing prompt exercise: The Peanut
Hardráda: futuristic dystopia where mankind is ruled by a peanut
I feel like a passive observer of my own life.
Reblog if it is 104% okay to come to your ask and just say ‘Hi can we be friends’ and then start asking you random questions.
I don’t normally reblog posts, but this is entirely the kind of thing I love!
It seems to me that the human desire for flight has always been about more than the physical aspect. Yes, we all want to be able to feel the wind at our sides, and to look down and see the city below us; but for me, the most exhilarating part of that experience would be the initial taking off.
Tumblr Roleplaying (Not like that)
Just to gauge interest, who would be interested in doing some casual RP creative writing over Tumblr? My thinking is we’d reblog the post every time we add our section to the story, building on the original post until it’s a sizable story. I’m down for just about any theme and setting. Comment on this post if you’d be interested, and maybe also add what type of story you’d like to do :)
Growing up & enjoying things
Sometimes you’ll read or hear something that you don’t really understand, but you intuitively know is important. That’s how I felt about this comic when I first saw it as a child. This is appropriate, I guess, since I was around the same age as Calvin at the time, and like him, what made me happy was getting whatever I wanted. As I get older, though, I’m starting to not only see the wisdom in this comic, but see in little ways how I sometimes subconsciously enjoy not the thing I want, but the pursuit of the thing itself.