Somebody asked fimflamfilosophy if he was jealous of you guys doing "your dream jobs in LA" what were they talking about (the reply by fimflam doesn't matter, it's just talking about why he's fine living in Kansas) ??


Jenny’s dream job has always been to work at the happiest place on earth (Disneyland) and my dream job has always been to work at the saddest place on earth (Hollywood).


Zoe Trent is an ideal role model.

Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

"Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures." This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”

May Benatar, Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss

For me there are two wise lessons in this story: Grief and loss are ubiquitous even for a young child. And the way toward healing is to look for how love comes back in another form. - May Benatar

(via mercurieux)


Imagine there’s no countries
Imagine there’s no possessions
Imagine a world where Skype does not crash

You may say that I’m a dreamer…


trying to figure out someone else’s shower



Don’t think about it too hard.

Based on easily my favorite for real people show, House M.D.
Hugh Laurie is a wizard.


What did happen when Trixie went to the rock farm?

Somewhere Under the Rainbow

Tree’s are waving welcome home 

Footsteps first meet pastures green 

Where lily laden meadows yawn 

And laughing hills lie down to sleep 

I call out to my brothers afar 

And fill it with reunions play 

Our family ten thousand strong 

Let burst our hearts these numbered days 

As lively sun comes and joins along 

The meadow opts to shy away 

The dance floor blushing red with dust 

We turn up stones to decorate 

As parting ways our dancing dies 

The sun takes rest on aging clouds 

Torrents fall on thirsty earth 

And wash away the lingering sound 

In silence now the meadow wakes 

The stones surround with vibrant greens 

Old trees alight the trodden floor 

And foot paths flood to form new streams 

The flora find their home again 

With hills all dressed in flower beds 

The nourished earth forms softer paths 

And fauna rouse to dance in our stead 

Without even a footprint left 

It looks untouched when comes the dawn 

Reborn the earth puts us at ease 

Our long trip back to Babylon 

(written while at rainbow. the whole time which i didnt even pick up my notebook, but the moment that it started raining a poem came pouring out. i find it humorous it seems my inspiration has come to rely on rain. back to my usual iambic tetrameter, although i took a note from my last poem and didnt insist on using strictly 8 syllable as i always have, allowed it to flow a little more loosely. ill probably stick to doing that from now on.)

The Things Which Thou Hast Seen

Giants are building cyclopean walls 

With too many gunposts and barracks too small 

And the higher they rise it gives way at the seams 

But with bleeding out veins they will still build it taller 

Now oceans are filled with the blood of new life 

For forging our pyramids ten thousand floors high 

While submarines frozen await now the sun 

Homaging sailors seek substitute light 

Now brothers of nations join arms where they reach 

Find time to relax on our silicon beaches 

But while oversea homes make for towers anew 

Their bones are ground for the sand and are whitened with bleach 

Yet preachers are preaching the greatness of man 

From pulpits sprung forth from the water and the sand 

Beneath twisted metal and damnation’s veil 

He screams, seafaring vessels care nothing for dams 

And the bird with two wings depends not on the branch 

Your faith is your fate and you fate is at hand 

(first doing iambic pentameter. im rather fond of it, but it will take some getting used to thinking in that rhythm. i wrote this just before leaving for rainbow, i feel like it was preemptively inspired by that same energy though. also, it was written to the tune from the latter half of Madera by Hey ocean. i generally read it straight, but i wrote so that it would fit with that tune.)

this is one of my all time favourite pictures

this is one of my all time favourite pictures

i forgot i had this screencap
this is so adorable, im glad i caught this moment

i forgot i had this screencap

this is so adorable, im glad i caught this moment