random thoughts in real time

#tbt: One of my former students made me this birdhouse. I’ve kept it through four years’ worth of moves, typically on my desk or dresser. But, as you can see, it is…not especially well-made. Ok, yes, it’s straight up dangerous. I’ve never put it outside, certain that any bird who entered would die a slow, painful death. And now that I live with a kid and a cat, I try as much as possible to keep it out of their reach. But so far, I haven’t had the heart to get rid of it (this took a lot of effort!). Whatcha think, y’all? Is it time to give it up?

#tbt: One of my former students made me this birdhouse. I’ve kept it through four years’ worth of moves, typically on my desk or dresser. But, as you can see, it is…not especially well-made. Ok, yes, it’s straight up dangerous. I’ve never put it outside, certain that any bird who entered would die a slow, painful death. And now that I live with a kid and a cat, I try as much as possible to keep it out of their reach. But so far, I haven’t had the heart to get rid of it (this took a lot of effort!). Whatcha think, y’all? Is it time to give it up?

realmonstrosities:

smatter:

guys read the fine print its hilarious

Mystical neurotoxins!

The blacknose shark and the balloon fish are my favorites.

(Source: bluebombardier)

He sputters, incredulous that I would doubt him or the sacred Data. “Because…” He looks up, searching for the words. My gut tells me he’s never felt it necessary to say, “I don’t know,” or “I never thought of that…” I finish my glass, thinking how nice it must be, to live in a world where the way you think, the way you see things, are constantly validated. I’m sure he’s never stopped to ask what those numbers mean, where they come from, who decides, or what they can’t tell him.

You ever have one of those sparkly moments where you rediscover one of your favorite pieces of your own writing? That’s what I’m feeling right now, about this piece: Knowing What You Don’t Know

selfish. mortal. small.

I know it’s small of me, spiritually, but my heart is too full of angels right now. I didn’t sign up for angels. I need the flesh-and-blood people to whom I became attached.

I can’t understand all of you, ghosts.

I need everyone to remain where I can see and feel you, where I can experience and make sense of you every day, without tears. Without fear. Without wondering and anxiety and heaviness.

This winter of Death needs to end already. Even the calendar says so.

"Xavier,

"Thank you for sharing part of your entirely-too-short life with me. When I think of you, the first three words that come to mind are light, joy and life. *Thank you* for sharing your light, joy and life with so many of us during your time on Earth. 

"I’ll always remember your 26th birthday, for so many reasons. But something I’ll never forget— and I don’t think I ever told you— was that your balloons took *forever* to deflate. Like, seriously, months.  For months, even on days when I hadn’t seen you, I would come home to find these light, joyful reminders of you, all over my apartment, and it would always make my whole day. Each one would remind me of a story you told or of some experience we shared— and I so truly wish we had gotten to share more. 

"Thank you for refusing to deflate— for always being light, joyful and full of life.

"In One Direction,
straight to Heaven,
Sabrina Joy”

"Xavier,

"Thank you for sharing part of your entirely-too-short life with me. When I think of you, the first three words that come to mind are light, joy and life. *Thank you* for sharing your light, joy and life with so many of us during your time on Earth.

"I’ll always remember your 26th birthday, for so many reasons. But something I’ll never forget— and I don’t think I ever told you— was that your balloons took *forever* to deflate. Like, seriously, months. For months, even on days when I hadn’t seen you, I would come home to find these light, joyful reminders of you, all over my apartment, and it would always make my whole day. Each one would remind me of a story you told or of some experience we shared— and I so truly wish we had gotten to share more.

"Thank you for refusing to deflate— for always being light, joyful and full of life.

"In One Direction,
straight to Heaven,
Sabrina Joy”

observation/fragment

Small actions send big messages to small people.

(Related: We ARE society.)

If I write what I feel, it’s to reduce the fever of feeling.

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)