penguin007
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what will it be, boss? the comfort of misery or the pain of change?
i am too in love with life, i don't want to die (i cannot fathom the absence of living)
arthoesunshine | sunlightafterdark | joseph cambell | mary oliver | amy krouse rosenthal | joseph brodsky | unknown | gregory orr | colette, tr by matthew ward | anaïs nin
“what if kids identify with something and it ends up just being a phase-?” good. stop teaching and expecting kids (and adults honestly) to formulate permanent traits and ideas of themselves. everything in life is a phase. that doesn’t make it any less legitimate while you experience it. let people explore themselves and know it’s okay if what you think about yourself changes.
“I don’t know what my goals are, no. Thanks for asking.”
my singing voice is good for showers and mornings in the kitchen and drunken nights and lullabies for babies who need sleep and im okay with this
“and the universe said…”
"Do you ever dream of land?" The whale asks the tuna.
"No." Says the tuna, "Do you?"
"I have never seen it." Says the whale, "but deep in my body, I remember it."
"Why do you care," says the tuna, "if you will never see it."
"There are bones in my body built to walk through the forests and the mountains." Says the whale.
"They will disappear." Says the tuna, "one day, your body will forget the forests and the mountains."
"Maybe I don't want to forget," Says the whale, "The forests were once my home."
"I have seen the forests." Whispers the salmon, almost to itself.
"Tell me what you have seen," says the whale.
"The forests spawned me." Says the salmon. "They sent me to the ocean to grow. When I am fat with the bounty of the ocean, I will bring it home."
"Why would the forests seek the bounty of the oceans?" Asks the whale. "They have bounty of their own."
"You forget," says the salmon, "That the oceans were once their home."
You guys just have to trust me on this one and click here okay?
I think i met an angel on the train
I just found this quiz and it’s, phenomenal
People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter
Untitled.
i made a comic in google slides for some ungodly reason
[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]
a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”
this one’s a few days late due to having a lot of doctors appointments sorry it’s just 9 pages, and about some rats… it’s more symbolic than anything really
(it’s completely unrelated to any of my songs that have to do with “puzzleboy”) Patreon: www.patreon.com/PengoSolvent
BILL WATTERSON ‘A cartoonist’s advice’
To The Substitute Art Teacher - Jordan Bolton
cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it
hope is a skill
I've become comfortable
I've been satisfied by an unsatisfying routine for so long now
I've found people who can help hold me accountable, so that I van learn how to get out if the fake shelter of my comfort zone
Be afraid, be confused, be unsure, be hesitant if you must, but do it anyways, live life anyways.
If life is the same droning routine until you die it is simply not worth living.
Strive for an uncomfortable life, it will make you happy.
““Life is pure adventure, and the sooner we realize that, the quicker we will be able to treat life as art.” Maya Angelou”
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Only by devoting oneself to darkness, absorbing its deep waters drop by drop, can one give rise to a noble, lasting work of art. / Pleasant is the air, and pleasant the light, but not everything can flower, and he who fails to surrender his soul to darkness will wither.
Dulce María Loynaz, tr. by James O’Connor, from Absolute Solitude: Selected Poems