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i have just spent,,, many many many hours making gnomish names for my dnd character and his family and friends. he had one human friend named James though, who was a brief respite.

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whoever invented caffeine withdrawals should simply perish

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"um actually Penelope didn't recognize Odysseus until after he killed all the suitors" to YOU to me she knew the moment she asked him who he was and he started lying out his ass

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i personally simply rot until a new singy song cripitty crawls it's way into my grave

music droughts r so awful what am I supposed to do if I don’t have a new song to loop until im sick of it

#and then I do a little dance #little dance with my bones

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My grandfather and my godfather (a beloved neighbor and dear family friend) had a long standing bet- for one dollar- about who would die first. Both of them being slightly pessimistic (in the funny way), they both insisted that they themselves would be the first to die. Any time my grandfather had a health scare, he’d gleefully call up my godfather to boast that he’d be passing “any day now” and he was sure to win the bet. It was a big family joke and they were always amiably sparring and comparing notes about who was in worse shape, medically speaking.

When my grandfather was in hospice care dying of liver cancer, my godfather was quite ill also. It took him great effort to make the journey to see his dying friend. As he came into the room, supported by a family member, he shuffled to my grandpa’s bedside and silently handed him a dollar bill. He was ceding his loss of the bet, as they both knew who was going first. My grandpa had been in quite bad shape for a while and was no longer able to speak but let me tell you he snatched that dollar with unexpected strength and literally laughed aloud. He knew exactly what the gesture meant and he couldn’t help but find the humor within the grief. It was the last time any of us heard my grandpa laugh, as he passed shortly after.

When I talk about my appreciation for “dark humor” I’m not so much thinking about edgy jokes, but rather the human instinct to somehow, impossibly, both find and appreciate the absurdity that is so often folded into the profound grief of life and death. When I tell this story I think it kind of perturbs people sometimes, but it’s honestly one of my favorite memories about two men I really deeply admired. I could never hope for anything more than for my loved ones to remember me laughing until the very end, and taking joy in a little joke as one of my final acts.

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Solarpunk Sunday Suggestion:

Read up on abolitionism

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body paintings by Karen Turner

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done with my finals!!!! yay. I have no idea what to do with myself now.

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i am once again faced with the pointlessness of reality

(I just finished a novel length fanfiction)

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I would personally not mind if I won seven million dollars within the next 24 hours (hint hint, cough,,)

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Danny Lane

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You ever just wake up from an incredibly graphic and realistic nightmare that was a pure psychological horror based on your own personal phobias and trauma and just roll over like “aw shit I got too hot last night I guess.” And then make toast like you didn’t just experience the nine circles of hell before 9 am

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the answer is yes you are

an impy doodle i promised zera

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out of curiosity are you god ?did you create man from nothing??how did you do this????

#this is gorgeous #I am #you can't just casually say oh I'm trying gouche #drop this #and then walk away #what #gouache?? #horrible word

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little chef

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