sweatermuppet:

im like no worries & then feel so upset i get chest pains

tolkien-fantasy:

One of my favorite historical deepdive topics is the friendship between CS Lewis (the author for The Chronicles of Narnia) and JRR Tolkien (the author for The Lord of the Rings).

There’s so much good stuff to talk about like how Tolkien nearly broke off his friendship with Lewis because he wanted to put Santa Claus in his books, or how Tolkien got pissed about CS Lewis being called an “ascetic writer” in an interview because he watched him sling back 4 beers at lunch the day before. Plus the fact that Tolkien famously hated his work being taken as an allegory or metaphor, meanwhile Lewis was like “if one person doesn’t understand that the lion is Jesus I’ll shoot myself”

But I think my favorite piece of their history together is the letter CS Lewis sent to JRR Tolkien describing Aslan.

Because you think back on this time period and go “everyone was so stuffy and uptight and miserable, they’re nothing like us”… but then the first ever drawing of Aslan by CS Lewis was this

mostly-funnytwittertweets:

sodiumfreak:

it’s always “don’t repeat the cycle” and “beware of the cycle” and never How was the cycle was it fun to be in the cycle

mugofsoup:

without arts & crafts we are in hell

sandersstudies:

sandersstudies:

There’s one thing I always think of when I hear “how could you let it get so bad?” and similar phrases. It’s in the comments of every video of matted hair or a dirty kitchen.

I think the appropriate response is “what would have to happen to you for you to let it get that bad?” And when you think about that question, and the horrifying answers that come with it, you almost certainly have more sympathy for the person you were being judgemental to.

People who let their self-care needs go unmet for long periods of time are only rarely lazy and even more rarely comfortable and happy with that state.

How badly injured would you have to be to say “fuck it” to washing dishes?

How bad would you mental health have to be to give up on brushing your teeth?

How much grief would you have to be in to stop making yourself meals?

And the answer is probably lower than many of us have ever had the misfortune to realize.

corviiids:

corviiids:

meditations on the odyssey

the only comments i care about on this post

1. people sharing their real odysseys i.e. times they got hopelessly lost beyond all reason
2. people dunking on topeka kansas

siriosa:

muse-on-wheels:

churchyardgrim:

“if you’re not angry you’re not paying attention” used to be such a powerful phrase but now it’s more accurate to say “if you’re not angry you’re probably exhausted by 5+ years of Panic Outrage Mode and are nearing the limit of your emotional range for reacting to this shit”

The fact that this is pre-covid haunts me

the datestamp is a killer, yeah

mierac:

memewhore:

ok well we’re bringing that back obviously

sandersstudies:

*fills my own schedule with events and tasks that are fun or good for me*

Well what the fuck. Where’s my seven daily hours of dicking around time.

bulletsgirl:

skylerwitherspoon:

bulletsgirl:

please for the love of god look at this ceramic i found at the thrift store

a couple months ago I saw this post reposted on Instagram, and sent it to my then fiancé, who joked about making these for our wedding favors. I was like “i am absolutely not joking, I would do that.” (I was stressed about what to do for favors and was open to anything)

……so, we did. he found a fish he could 3d print, he edited it to have the words, and we printed and spray painted and tied string to 80 of these

ALT

ALT

ALT

….so anyway thanks @bulletsgirl because that was a weird fun part of my wedding and it also made the favors low-pressure in a way (because we knew a lot of people wouldn’t want them even if they were perfect sjfkgk)

this is legitimately the most heartwarming wonderful beautiful hilarious thing ive ever seen in my life. i wish you both so much joy

rosxaanne:

No Future

When my hair were longer

and my eyes were darker

So little did I know about the coming and frightening future

A future that now has become real

but that it never ends

because there is more ahead

And is still hidden somewhere in my closet.

I try to look for it but it’s too messy

there are too many clothes

I should have thrown them away years ago

But I didn’t

so here I am wishing for the only dress

I haven’t found yet.

Maybe my future lies there

It’s easier to think that, rather than try to put some order around me

Everything is still possible when I blame and hate the past without realizing how big and irreversible the present is

In the meantime, every morning I keep opening my closet’s doors

hoping that all the soulless clothes would magically go away and that what would have been left would just be that goddamn dress

until I realize that it simply doesn’t exist,

because is not a matter of founding

but of buying:

The dress I haven’t found yet

is the dress I haven’t bought yet

and maybe never will

because it is that chasing I breath for

-

I don’t wanna die without a thought of heaven

nor either live without a thought of hell

longing for what I cannot have

makes me present and pretty and sad

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orangeidk:

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charlottan:

I always assume the train will be so boring and I bring seven things to do but then I’m entranced by the wonderful window the entire time

everlinet:

a home library 🍂 // @everlinet