I’m kind of… on vacation I guess? I’m visting a friend for a few days, and don’t have Tumblr time because I’m just having a great time (and I think it’d be rude). I’ll be back Monday or Tuesday though, so I’ll see you all then, and I wish you a happy weekend.
I am sweaty, sleep deprived, and sitting in a bus station in Richmond for an hour and a half surrounded by weird and/or scary people.
How are you all doing?
I’m visiting a dear Tumblr friend of mine for a few days. I’m actually pretty nervous, I’ve never done anything like this before, and I’m not thrilled about spending 12 hours on a bus. But, I think the entire experience will be worth it, and I’m pretty excited.
The expectations of the self and of others,
A vexation that can ruin the mind,
In anxious fretting we wonder how we will be received,
And how well our illusions will keep,
We fear and wonder the response,
When we present ourselves not as an act,
But merely as ourselves,
When the curtain draws we know not how the audience will receive,
Our being and entirety,
All while our audience faces the same worries and fears,
For we are audience to them.
The Elder Gods left one totem on Earth before retreating into their long and terrible slumber. A mark in the minds of the ancient humans, the idea of a structure that they would be compelled to build over and over again, a structure devoted to challenging and shattering the sanity of humanity, and make them give away their precious time and life essences to do so. They laughed gleefully at their most brilliant design, and gave it a name so innocent that none would suspect it’s sinister nature. They called it, the DMV.
B) My first thought is “Ooh, a message!” I know that when it comes to messages it’s usually fifty fifty of someone offering love or hate, so my response is mostly kind of neutral.
C) I’ve never really thought my own views are superior to someone else’s. The only time I come close is when I encounter someone who is so rigid and dogmatic when it comes to their beliefs. But, that’s less me thinking my religious views are superior and more thinking they’re just stubborn and unenlightened as a person.
D) Huh, this is tough. I think I wouldn’t give up emotion. To know everything without having emotion would be hollow, and meaningless. You could potentially benefit all humanity, but you would have no reason or incentive to do so, and would get nothing from it.
R) Hmm… I don’t really have any kind of bigotry. I’ll admit I’m a little hard to trust men, but that’s for psychological purposes and I’m working on it. But no kind of bigotry, secret or otherwise.
In the latest in a long series of blunders, my dad has misplaced my birth certificate. I happen to need that certificate today, so I get the thrill of tearing up the house to look for it.
Admittedly, I’m really nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before. But, I’m going through with it, and I’m sure it’ll end up being great. :)
A bad little boy who needs to be punished,
Is the tied in the chair,
Gimp to life and experimented on,
Things that push the boundaries of pleasure and pain,
Things that shouldn’t happen are preformed on him,
Gagged, he can’t tell life it’s going too far,
And all he wanted was just a little spanking,
But life always outdoes itself,
Especially when it comes to sadism and domination.
So pretty late last night I wrote this. If you haven’t seen it, you should:
Also, I’m pretty tired, but in the mood to write something this evening. So while my tea is brewing, if you want to see anything in particular, let me know before I get caffeinated and start.
What is weather but yin and yang,
Two warring sides of the earth’s mind,
Forever in conflict, yet with no hostility,
The sparring of rivals that keeps things in check,
And helps the Earth flourish and grow.
Piercing light that is clear thought,
That heats and illuminates, allowing sight,
Allowing insight, observation,
But is cut short and obscured,
By the torrid wind and churning cloud,
That is emotion, nourishing and pushing life,
Giving growth and life, reason and will to live,
And without both things all would wither and die,
Sun and Storm, rivals and caretakers,
Two sides of a cosmic brain,
Working as components of a body beyond our comprehension.