fossil fuels this, solar and wind that, nuclear power and all that whatnot, etc ect etc politics politics
why is no one talking about hydropower
“Lord, I worry that love is violence.”
I brush my teeth as though there is someone watching me through the window.
I crack my eggs as though there’s someone watching me across the kitchen.
Even in my journal, I write as though there will be someone reading it besides myself.
I am a performer, dying to entertain and satisfy my audience.
always wanted a mountain goats tour documentary i hope they go like full gaga five foot two with it
wait hold on i’m having thoughts and gonna be annoying about it for like two seconds
no but literally i took my love i took it down. i climbed a mountain then i turned around. and i saw my reflection in the snow covered hills, until the landslide brought me down. oh mirror in the sky, what is love? can the child in my heart rise above? can i sail through the changing ocean tides? can i handle the seasons of my life? well i’ve been afraid of changing because i built my life around you… but time makes you bolder and children get older and i’m getting older too…
There were many times when Xord wished he could close his eyes, but his Face Unit granted him no such reprieve. His four eyes gazed endlessly out of heptagonal sockets, radiating red light like tiny red suns. He longed for the private darkness of eyelids. It was a universal darkness, at least among the beings of Bionis. When they closed their eyes, Homs and monsters alike saw into their skin. Every blink was a reminder of their mortal flesh.
Xord didn’t know why Homs or any other creatures slept, but it must not have been important. To him, sleep would come as an escape. He was tired of listening to the voice inside his head, and that voice was tired of talking. In repose, they could both find peace.
If Xord could sleep, he would awaken only to feed himself—an existence any animal would covet. Having resigned himself to the wilderness, that was what Xord had become: a mechanical animal. Yet, he had been forced to retain his damnable brain, and in the vast tundra of Valak Mountain, there was scarcely anything for it to think about.
If Xord could dream, he could live another life—at least, if he was lucky. It was a gamble: Xord could just as easily fall victim to nightmares inspired by all of those things he had seen when he was unable to close his eyes. But really, could any imagined scenario be worse than the nightmare he was living in? To someone burning in hell, what was one more flame?
Sometimes, Xord would remember how nice it felt to lay in bed, even if his eyes were open. The ghosts of that feeling came to him in flashes: sinking into his mattress, the pillowcase against his cheek, cotton bedsheets, letting his feet stick out from under the covers.
His brain was homesick.
“It’s a breathing memory painting itself with distinct colors each passing moment”
Summarizing the mountains of mist into a tiny tale✨
- Song Scenery - Location Near the Hills
Past the Last Mountain #3 preview. A pack of goblins work to track down the creatures, leading to a violent confrontation with tragic consequences. #comics #comicbooks
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Experimental archaeology is fascinating. More of this.
should I watch twin peaks then go to twin peaks like a tourist
May 22, 2022. Finally got a successful Mount Hood summit! When I first saw Hood in 2018 I knew I wanted to climb it. Tallest mountain in Oregon and fourth U.S. highpoint done. Cached my skis at 9,000 feet, climbed up and down left Pearly Gates. We started at 6:40am and it ended up being perfect timing to avoid the conga line traffic jam on Hogsback and Pearly Gates. It was a perfect day! 🏔
im like “ugh! i need them to get back in that writers room!!!” then i think abt glenns bald head n im like tehe never mind 🙈🙈
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