Aphe

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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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billiejeans-teeth

i read once that the weight of the atmosphere on earth is the same as a whole car teetering on your shoulderblades, but since we are all born into it, we dont notice.

maybe i am just too sensitive, and not in the emotional sense. i dont mean that each day feels heavy, and it has all just become work. that i wake up, already tired.

i mean that i feel every centimeter of my very own personal semitruck, pushing me down into fetal position, making it harder and harder to expand my rib cage with each breath.

i mean my limbs, became slow. became limp. my legs drag, my arms dangle. i am constantly waiting for the next surface to throw myself down on. to rest. to sleep. only to wake up, and feel metric tonnes of metal crushing me, again.

i see my equals. they look so free. bouncing and weightless. maybe the sky is just a little bit lighter for them.

god i felt every line of this i don't know if it's more reassuring or tragic to hear others also feel exactly like this chronic illness endometriosis poetry
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timemachineyeah

thinking about how old umbrellas are

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sometimes a design is so suited to purpose that it lasts for thousands of years

could travel back in time and buy a perfectly good umbrella. could show them my umbrella and they’d recognize what it was.

no matter when we lived we’ve all been subject to the sky

aphe-blog

“no matter when we lived we’ve all been subject to the sky”

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teaboot

Too bad the prophet Cassandra never met Odysseus

teaboot

They say if she made a prophecy Nobody would believe her

kansascity-elffriend

I’ve gotta say, that is exactly the kind of stupid thing that probably would circumvent a curse.

elidyce

Cassandra: YOU ARE ALL GOING TO REGRET THIS SO MUCH YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. 

Odysseus: Regret it why?

Cassandra: You won’t believe me if I tell you. If I prophecy, nobody believes me. That is my curse.

Odysseus: … I’m Nobody. Fill me in. 

*A couple of months later* 

Odysseus: HELLO PENELOPE, I AM HERE PRECISELY ON TIME AND NOT YEARS LATE incidentally I rescued and adopted a Trojan seer while I was away, she’s great, got me home really fast, Cassandra this is your new mother who’s not going to treat you like shit. 

Penelope: … I’m going to need more details, but okay, sure. 

Cassandra: *in tears* I love you, new family. 

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Cassandra: Penelope, I’ve had another vision.

Penelope, sighs: Go tell your father.

plush-anon

#awww #wholesome greek mythology #bet you’ve never seen that phrase before (via @philosopherking1887)

adorable cassandra and odysseus greek mythology
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cryptonature

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I bet octopuses think bones are horrific. I bet all their cosmic horror stories involve rigid-limbs and hinged joints.

underthehedge

To an octopus, a human is like a thinking being with blood-stained coral growing inside it.

naamahdarling

I need to sit down and breathe into a bag for a while.

therobotmonster

Its parts were obscenely limited in their movement. Each hinge could open or close only a small amount before reaching its limit, yet by working in concert they demonstrated unexpected dexterity, moving and manipulating the objects before it with cunning equal to my own. It was more torso than limb, as though a seal had been stretched and warped, given long grasping tentacles filled with bones like bars of coral.  It’s head was most horrid of all, flat and ovoid, jutting out too small from the trunk as though it belonged to a beast half its size.

The thing rose upon its lowermost appendages, two long trunks that ended in flat, protruding flippers that branched into stubby, grasping mockeries of a sucker. It’s triple-hinged uppermost limbs were similar, but the ends branched into five smaller tentacles, each with three hinges of their own.

I froze, as the thing’s gaze fell upon me and it opened its hideous fish-jaw, filled with thick, many-shaped teeth like white shards of stone, and spoke in a shrill, discordant babble. I felt its horrid dry grip on my flesh, as those hinged appendages closed on me like the legs of a crab.

I felt the heat of its body, tasted its noxious, oily flesh through my touch, and prepared for the end, and all went black as a swoon overtook me.

I awoke, some time later, the cold and comforting water, banished back to the comfort of the sea and the dark. I should be grateful I am alive. I should cast aside the experience like a half-remembered dream.

I shall never again go swimming in search of lights above. The last thing I recall before the darkness took me was my right eye popping free of the thing’s grasp enough to see into the distance for one brief moment.

I saw thousands of lights.

evilkitten3

ok so it turns out “horror but it’s about something mundane from the perspective of a non-human animal” fucks severely

i've reblogged this before and i'll reblog it again octohorror the best upcoming genre mundane beauty thousands of lights
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kaz-brekker-crow

You know I think an underrated theme in SOC is that, the adults have ruined the future of the next generation. They have created an inhumane environment that serves only them. They've crushed and wrung out the lives of the weaker and the new, keeping them desperate, subjugated, exploited, and dead. Pekka Rollins, Tante Heleen, Jan Van Eck, Jarl Brum, these are our villains.

But Six of Crows also says that these circumstances have manufactured a much darker and tougher individual than these people can imagine. While the older generation are content to rest on their laurels and their ill gotten easy lives, their juniors are sharpening their pain into cruel and effective tools, with a drive that someone on top simply cannot understand.

Idk, I think it's an interesting and empowering (if not subversively harsh) message for its core audience as a YA novel.

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This is the kind of analysis I live for.

my favourite thing about this site people focusing long thoughtful personal attention and writing up brilliance like this the kids are not alright but they'll scorch the ground and reconstruct this shit until some day they all are six of crows gen z ya lit