Another “ humans are weird idea “
Imagine how the aliens would react to Halloween decorations.
Like , they come to visit and everything is going fine , humans are so interesting , look mostly kind and not threatening. And then they just see how a human begins to decorate their house with dead caskets of humans and other parts . Of course they notice it’s fake but still the fact that these beings just casually drop off the representation of a dead human somewhere around their living habitat and seem to enjoy it ..... horrors aliens .Not to mention some other humans that buy specialy made food that looks like - their- organs ,and eat it .
Sometimes life gives you the job of a photographer .
You take the picture but youre not in it .
The “ complicated “ones are the most simple to understand once you crack them . They are complicated in the way everything is, with traits, fears, trauma, history . Yet once you crack them it is pretty easy to see where everything is coming from .
It’s the “ simple “ ones that break you head. Because from the outside they are nothing but a clear, allowing you to perceive them as something simple. Yet when you get to know them, their thoughts and motives turn out to be more twisted and weird than the “ complicated” ones. Their world looks out of place, messed up. But how if they seemed so simple ?
I feel like this is both about people , characters and lego.
Run
And then I ran . Why did I run ? You see sometimes you run just so . You’re simply going somewhere minding your own business and a wish rushes through you . You set of in a sprint . There’s no big reason behind it . You run to feel the wind on your face , to feel your hair jumping behind you in disarray , you run to feel how your heart starts pumping faster and faster , your legs weighting down . You run to feel yourself cut through time and space , even if just for an itsy bitsy tiny little part . You run to feel . Sometimes when I’m going home or from some errands usually im the evening , I set of in the quickest sprint I can manage , snaking my way through the people on the street and accelerating accelerating accelerating . Not because I’m a runner . I don’t go jogging in my free time at all , I don’t pursue it as sport . But I run because I can .
What if the plague doctor poking stick was used for something else ...
„Calm day at sea „
Alternative :
„when you swim and something touches your leg so your mind comes up with this „
Is the phrase “Going on a fanfic bender” in use?
Because recently thats the perfect summary of my actions.
Bottle after bottle. Fic after fic. Why stick to one type if you can try all? Fluff, Angst, AU, Originals, get in the mix. What is grass anyway and why do you need to touch it when you can read about touching.
The image of grandmas and grandpas in comfy sneakers with pullovers going around like some drug dealers and time to time saying “sheesh”, “wassup “ and “ yeet yourself (Johanna )“ ( as the image of this generation getting older ) brings me joy ,
and makes me question our original purpose even more ...
Do you ever realize that a hundred years or more from now , there will probably be a remake of your favorite show, new films based on the same stuff and new fan fiction that you are never going to see ? It’s rather sad.
If you don’t have anyone to doubt ya , start doubting yourself to prove yourself wrong .