psychoanalyzing the gender/identity dichotomy between ice skating and ice hockey and coming to the more objectively correct conclusion that ice hockey is rooted in motherly feminine behavior of protecting the nest and that ice skating is about masculine peacocking of one's own physical prowess in seeking a mate
the best time to grieve is when it spites the people who tell you not to
[ID: a 4-panel comic in medieval manuscript style of a person in blue sitting on a basket. /In 1 a person off-panel says: "What are you doing over there?" /2: That person comes on panel wearing yellow and helps Blue hold down the basket. Blue: "Trying to push down my grief about my illness" Yellow: "Have you tried platitudes?" /3: Blue yells at the basket: "'It could be worse!'" /4: A dragon pushes up the lid of the basket to yell: "It could be better" /end ID]
fuck i can’t believe i wasted my entire life being moved by art and beauty and the indomitable human spirit ugh i should’ve been making money through internet scams
And this one, it looks like a boneyard, or an execution site. It looks like a warning.
It's just ppl being dramatic. The box holds a registry for the trail of ppl wanna leave comments, and the trail goes to a lookout .
Pictured above: the lookout.
All in all, about a 3.5 km hike. It was lovely to see signs of spring. Just a thin trail of green grass and soft moss. Little buds on the trees in the sun. Green! Green is coming.