television history
i’ve been trying to explain this sketch to people for years
it’s something you just need to understand in order to understand
You won’t ever really know what people say if you haven’t seen this, so if you don’t want to keep asking “what did you say” – watch this.
and let me tell you a secret, love: if you were really as cruel and terrible and loveless as you think you are, you wouldn’t try and work so hard and do everything to be as kind as you just proved yourself to truly be.
cruelty never doubts itself.
so don’t allow your kindness to do so.
This is the attitude that every creative artist needs to take.
When you’re wondering if you have the guts to post that new fanfic or to send your manuscript to a publisher, remember this.
I live my life according to the Gospel of Craig Ferguson ♥
AMEN.
This is my new mantra.
Pin this to my forehead
( p e r s o n a l )
After receiving an unconditional offer for a master’s degree at one of the best European universities a few months ago (and accepting immediately), two days ago something just as exciting happened.
To pay more than half of my tuition fees, my future university department has granted me a bursary. That is money I’m receiving because they found me deserving, and money I never have to pay back.
And of course, I accepted immediately. It’s not the full amount, but it takes worries off my shoulders and off those who support me leaving my home country for one of the largest cities on the continent.
So in early September, I will board a plane with two suitcases that are honestly more expensive to pay for than the flight itself, hopefully adequate language skills, notebooks and pen to keep me sane in the chaos of moving, and a long playlist to somehow settle me down (I’m taking song suggestions, inbox is always open).
I don’t know what to say. It will be very different. New. Maybe a little terrifying. Who knows what could happen at that university (nobody), and who knows what I’ll find for and of myself in that city (not even the universe could know that and it’s been around for longer than any of us, so that’s exciting)?
Ah, damn, I just can’t wait. I can’t wait to lose myself to another place on earth and perfectly strange people and the words that’ll break down the door to my skull to be written down.
The deep end can’t go down far enough for me.
What if all humans are really born as dragon riders?
What if all of us have a soul out there, yearning and calling out to us and so unbelievably lonely, connected to our own?
And what if the only reason we haven’t become the most terrifying force to ever be reckoned with in the history of everything is simply… that they’re too far away from us? That we were never allowed to find them? We have the legends, we have the stories and almost-forgotten memories passed down from ancestors that desperately tried to let us know, hoping we would bring back what has been ripped away from us. They were here, our myths whisper. Find them. Find them. Find them.
It’s been two hundred years since we first left our planet. Our ships roam the solar system. Trade flourishes and we are met with a strangely reserved kind of respect – almost as if we are merely tolerated, though never outright insulted or rejected.
And then, a ship vanishes. Another follows. We search for our lost people, don’t find, help refused by the creatures more intelligent than us, stronger, larger, still keeping their distance instead of overthrowing us. But when our ships return, we know why. When they return from what we thought was a prison colony planet full of caves underground and mountains too high to land, we learn.
They all speak different languages, those other creatures, but they share an age-old saying in all of them:
“You cannot kill a dragon, but you can tame it if you take the eggs from its nest.”
But we’re humans, and they didn’t know what that meant. Without the warmth from our other souls, we took the nearest hand. We made ourselves hatch.
What if all humans are really born as dragon riders?
And what if someone’s out there, waiting for us to find them?
my name is cow
and wen she sits
benethe the stall
withe tiny kitI hav no hands
withe which to pat
I use mye tung
I lik the catmy name is cat
and with tha kit
In front of stall
we lyk to sitI feel her tongue
I say meow
I have a fren
Her name is cow
“Tell me the truth,” the human demanded.
The universe rippled, almost like a smile. “I grant you permission to ask any question, and this is what you want to know?”
The human glared a little bit. “Tell me. Unless you’re breaking your promise,”
“Of course not,” said the universe. It pulled the human closer, made the space around it warm, slowed time into a gentle river.
“Well? What’s the truth of if all? The one thing that’s always true, no matter what?”
The universe held its human for a long or short while. Then, it said:
“There’s no always.”
“Okay,” said the human slowly, “okay, but – ”
“The only truth is change.”
For a tiny or an endless while, the human said nothing. When it looked up at the universe, its eyes were shining with tears (maybe happy ones, maybe sad ones; the universe couldn’t be sure. Nothing was certain with humans, and how magnificent that was).
“So even if – no matter what – ” The human couldn’t speak anything else. It curled against the universe and held on tight.
A pulse of light wove around the human as it dissolved. The universe watched its way back to the stars, back to its home, and whispered a little something after it for when it woke up again.
Indeed, my human… you’re right. No matter what, even if something and anything happens, change is true, and truth will always come.
wut
Where are they all going?
Only they know.
They go there so the things inside don’t come out.
we cannot all be
poems poured into human shape
some of us are
hymns sung before war breaks
Moami 