#az insan

[isfens]

Hayatta iyileştiremeyeceğiniz üç şey... Geçip giden an, söylendikten sonra söz ve kaybedildikten sonra zaman.

#hayat #insan #anlamlı yazılar #anlamlı söz #anlamlı sözler #hayatı yaşamak #insan olmak #yaşamaya çalışmak #hayat bazen #az insan #an #söz #zaman

[kadoore]

I really wish we'd teach about seasons based on where the kid lives and not on this midwestern/northeastern ideal of spring/summer/fall/winter.

My kiddo is learning about leaves changing color and falling off trees while she lives in Florida. She asked us when the leaves would fall here and I had to break it to her: never.

What I wished she'd learn instead, and which she will:

Autumn isn't falling leaves in Florida -- it's hurricanes and wildflowers. We tend to the monarch butterflies passing through and don't clear out the brush lest we clear out their chrysalises. We reclaim the evenings from summer's last grasps and await every cold front.

Winter isn't snow and ice here -- it's enjoying the beauty around us, exploring the woods, going outside without risking exsanguination by mosquito. Winter is our season of bounty, of relief. And sometimes, yes, we have to cover the plants to protect them from frost and we leave footprints on the grass in the morning. Here is our season of abundance, of frost-kissed oranges and lemons, of strawberries picked with your breath clouding your hands, of blueberries gathered in skirts. Kale and lettuce, beets and greens, it's all here for us in winter.

Spring isn't the season of hope it is up North. It's an end, a swelling of heat so sudden you swear by it. Florida kids need to know it's lovebug season and every bug season, it's gator baby season, it's beach before tourists season, and it's also fire season. The air is sticky but the trees are dry and an early thunderstorm could ignite it all, so be careful. Be careful.

Summer is our winter and it's shit. You step outside and you melt. It's hurricane season, but not really. More like hurricane preparatory season. They should teach kids here to check their supplies and how to chart a hurricane's movement. Summer is about wearing a jacket inside, because everywhere has the a/c cranked up. Kids need to learn how to cover themselves head to toe in insect repellant and sunscreen.

Instead of learning all that, my kid's gonna come home this week sad again that we don't have snow.

#florida #florida childhood #I could write so much more but let's leave it at this #florida seasons #Arizona seasons are what made me realize how insane it is we only learn about the NE seasons. AZ has like 6 seasons

[dotted-clouds]

huggable?

#my art #pokemon #pokemon legends arceus #volo #pokemon xy #AZ #EVEN MORE toxic old man yaoi... IM SORRY #AZ would take this mf to the timeout corner for his crimes #also caption is related to PokeMasEx fuckass twitter post saying Volo is huggable with -> 😏 emoji.. #crackship #DeNA listen to me make AZ interact with Volo and I'll explode #ignore my tags im insane

[nice-and-accurate-ramblings]

Thinkin about the church scene 1941, and the way Greta refers to Crowley as “the infamous Mister Crowley”. Thinking about how I always assumed that meant Crowley was out there doing some James Bond Shit™️ during WWII, and thinking about how in fact he was delivering alcohol to local theaters. Thinking that there’s no reason for him to be infamous to a bunch of half witted Nazi spies… unless Aziraphale wouldn’t shut up about him when “Rose Montgomery” recruited him

#good omens #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziracrow #azicrow #HE’S NOT INFAMOUS BECAUSE OF THE WAR HE’S INFAMOUS BECAUSE AZIRAPHALE IS IN LOVE #AND NOW IM THINKING ABOUT ROSE TRYING TO TALK TO AZ ABOUT SPY THINGS AND ALL HE WANTS TO DO #IS TALK ABOUT HIS FIGHT WITH HIS BF OVER HOLY WATER #‘INFAMOUS’ BECAUSE AZ HAS BEEN MISSING HIM AND COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW UNREASONABLE HES BEING AND- AGDHSHDHFJ #going insane :)

[astrum99]

Do you think bugs fall in love?

Their small bodies host even tinier brains. Built to crawl through soil and rocks bigger than itself. Running on a simple software bouncing between eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate.

V1 is smarter than a bug. It must be. It’s a war machine, so it must be. Its programming is complex enough to fry several motherboards; the internals are heated from constant, unrelenting processing needs. If it updates its optical data intake to any greater degree than these rough, messy polygons, it’d surely perish from the overwhelming information.

V1 is built to kill first, survive second. To be fair, survival would ensure more killing, so it’d be more effective. Moving through the battlefield, culling lives, drawing blood. Perfectly aligned with its programmed objectives, then.

Gabriel is smarter than a bug. He must be. He’s an angel, so he must be. He’s one of the best soldiers in the heavenly realm. Armour and swords glistened with pride and justice. He sees all. He judges all. His loyalty and perfect track record have earned him a high rank within the order. Leaving behind the creaturely "it". His light burns hot and bright within his constitution.

Gabriel is built as a messenger of the Father, then a judge of Hell. To be fair, the role of a judge was assigned to him by the council, so he supposes that his placement can be summed up as the bearer of the divine authority to bring right to all other creatures. Perfectly aligned, then.

Bugs… Well, they’re the same. I suppose. Small beings. Running pre-programmed orders derived from centuries of evolution: eat, sleep, fight, flight, and copulate. No role. No responsibilities.

Bugs are built naturally and fully, unlike humankind; but formed and ready to go within seconds from their births, like machines and angels.

So. Do they live?

When the machine and the angel escape their chains, do they see themselves in bugs?

Bugs are born to live, temporarily, fleetingly, yet live nonetheless. Do they, then, deserve to live, freeing and meaninglessly. No role. No responsibilities.

So. Do bugs love?

Do they learn that they can go beyond their basic structures? Do they see their own reflection in each other’s compound eyes? Do they recognize each other’s bodies, scents, heat? Do they feel the desire for closeness?

To flutter wings like a dance of waltz. To brush antennae like butterfly kisses. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.

To move through the sky in battle, in passion. To clash swords and fists and bullets. To greet and caress and lie next to each other near their death.

The same cells in the same blood coursing beneath the same suit of exoskeletons.

Machine, angel, bug. Boiled down to the barest essence of existence; crisp simplicity.

To live, to love.

#(im thinking abt how angels have a default pronoun of it/its and went insane – they’re so bugs; like machine) #v1 ultrakill #ultrakill #gabv1el #gabriel ultrakill #az thoughts #also if this flops im flinging myself into the sun #is this any good; is it; is it <- desperate #im just really tired rn i think; its fine #wrote between lectures; thought abt queueing but whatever its fine #got like 4 group projects and a giant assignment and no free time during the last weekend i am fine i am fine i am fine #its fine for me to write Things instead of working on stuff this is destressing its fine #i need to be spun in a washing machine and left on a hanger to dry for approximately 12 hours and then ironed for way too long #<- going insane but in a bad way #someone pls take me out (date or murder; surprise me)

[miitrayimm]

Yok olsam, silinsem bu dünyadan bazı şeyler yük oluyor üstüme.

#benim postlarım #acı #fecir #az insan çok huzur

[mommyashtoreth]

I think it's Easy but also extremely lame to reduce Crowley's element of "temptation" down to "he's horny and he Awakens Lust Within Aziraphale." Like don't get me wrong, I love gay sex, but Any of the deadly sins can be gay sex if you try! Isn't it more interesting to represent Aziraphale's desire for Crowley through something like, idk, "gluttony" which is more in line with how Crowley repeatedly "tempts" him (ox ribs = gay sex, anyone?)? Look I'm gay I know how this stuff works, all-consuming 6000-year desire stops being just Lust at some point. Crowley made Aziraphale realize he's been starving his entire life and that's not gay sex enough? Just in general Crowley awakening "sin" in Aziraphale and Aziraphale awakening "virtue" in Crowley is sooooo sex to me. Girls we need to talk about this more

#and i could keep going. desire is greed. desire is envy. desire can be wrath. crowley tries to make az pride himself above god #for the record *i* don't think any of this is Sinful i'm just using the language of religion to strengthen how sexy it all is #this is a nonsense post but it's gay sex we all love gay sex. if anyone has thoughts abt this sort of thing hmu i need to get more insane #open mick night #good omens #gomens #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands

[isfens]

Tüm sorunlarınızı çözecek birini aramayın. Onlarla tek başına yüzleşmenize izin vermeyecek birini arayın.

#hayat #insan #anlamlı yazılar #anlamlı söz #anlamlı sözler #hayatı yaşamak #insan olmak #yaşamaya çalışmak #hayat bazen #az insan

[journeytodrawiii]

My second Good Omens page in my new sketchbook just finished drying!! Is it perfect? No. Do I love it? Yes. I made a little bit of a ✨spicy✨ drawing there smack dab in the middle of it all, but it's still so tender and soft. The smug look on Aziraphale's face while he ever so slightly touches Crowley's thigh with his pinky just feels very in character, to me. I am very happy with how Crowley's leather pants there turned out as well!! In the end I love all of these little watercolour paintings very very much and I'm happy to have made them. I hope y'all love these as much as I do and I wish y'all a wonderful day. Stay safe out there folks!! <333

#i love them so much it's insane #i'm obsessed #good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #ineffable wives #fem crowley #femme crowley #spicy art #fanart #good omens fanart #anthony j crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #az fell #queer art #art #artwork #drawing #watercolour art #watercolour #doodles #crowley #crowley x arizaphale #queer #go fanart #aziracrow kiss #aziracrow good omens #love

[huzun1u-b1r-sask1n]

her yerde sen varsın

burada yoksun bir tek

öyle acıtıyor ki beni

#keşfet #postlarım #umutbittigezegeniyakin #uykusuzlukbelirtisi #resimdekigozyasi #ahududuluvodka #cirkinkadininutopyasi #visnelimeybuzz #bugeceicelim #plaktaseninsesin #petricorsworld #purplecloudx #lostonyoubabe #soluksaripapatya #solukmavipapatya #kakaollusut #fecir #sarhoskedi #istanbulfatihiii #az insan çok huzur #superkursunaskr #iyiyimlaben #anlamazlarki #light academia #couple #literature #biriyimbenbiri #yeraltından notlar #edebiyat #tumblrvibes

[egesizizmir]

"İnsanlar depresyona girmezler. Bir zamanlar oldukları reddedilmiş çocuk haline gelirler. Anksiyetesi olan bir yetişkin, korkmuş bir yetişkin değil, geçmişteki korkmuş çocuktur.”

J.Noland White

#keşfet #winter #sözler #siyahkadarsonsuz #noland #white #anksiyete #çocukluğun soğuk geceleri #az insan çok huzur #çoban yıldızı #içimdeki çocuk

[ayseegulce]

Gün başlar ve biter...

Kendi güzel, huyu bencil olanlarıyla değil!

Sizi teşekküre borçlu bırakacak, güzel ruhlu insanlar arasında yaşamaya bakın...!

Ege Mavi

#şiirsokağı #edebiyat #fotografia #şiirheryerde #fotoğraf #şiirdefteri #fotografo #günün şiiri #şiirkitabı #şiirhayattır #az insan çok huzur #huzur #müzikhayattır

[astrum99]

I can’t stop thinking about angel anatomy.

How are they made? What are they made of? If we break them down limb by limb, flesh by flesh, molecule by molecule, would we find the same structures that echoes our DNA? The same stable, constraining carbon? The same heavy metals? The same blood that flows with life, with death? Are they made of the same stardust that echoed in me?

Do they have a brain? A large raw organ, fragile and limited, capable of complex imaginary hallucinatory mathematics with scheduled periods of unconsciousness to make up for the capacity? A liver and two kidneys? To distill the holy light from the contaminates of the polluting environments akin to a dialysis machine cycling the liquids within the veins? A spine that holds strong? Riddled with the same 33 bones and ridges and intervertebral disks and fluids and sensitive nerves and has a habit of bending over for tedious work? A stomach that stirs and shifts constantly? To hold food? Souls? Light? To churn and froth at the consumption of concepts? An appendix? This small unless thing that rests and nestles between the layers of warm, worm-like intestines? How many teeth do you have? How many fingers? How many knees? What is the shape of your nails? What is the colour of your esophagus? How deep are the socket of your eyes?

How fast does your heart beat?

Is it faster? Slower? Do you even have a heart?

Do you feel in the same way that I feel? The pressure of processed wood against my feet, the nagging buzzing of LED light above my head, the smell of faint smoke from a cooking disaster weeks ago. The sound of people laughing unruly in the distance, putting on a show in the TV program that no one watches. The dampness of the towel against my face. The pain of a needle sliding into soft flesh that gives way willingly to metal. The bruises blooming slowly, aching like love. The chirping of songbirds, the shape of cumulus clouds, the haziness of a morning fog that really stayed for far too long. The way that my mother worked around the hard peels of an orange with the sharpest knife in the kitchen, just to present the sweetest parts to me. The tenderness of a shoulder touching mine before stealing my blankets (again) with a giggle that indicated no remorse. The sluggish sunlight that sneaks through the shades just to press a kiss on my forearm. The sorrow and passion of the symphony on the last show on the last tour, followed by cheers and drunken (revered) confessions during the post-performance celebration at 3am in a random bar of a random city. The foot print of an animal in the first winter snow of the year, like a human pressing their hand print on to the cave walls, chanting I am here I am here I am here, chanting remember me remember me remember me.

Do you bear the shame of sacred inabilities as we humans do? Unable to see beyond the visible spectrum of light? Unable to distinguish the difference between wet and dry, only to assume based on temperature and texture? Unable to know if someone else was speaking of the truth? Unable to see inside someone’s mind? Unable to thread words in a way that completely gives you away like you intended to? Unable to turn back into a child and speak of love so easily? Unable to run forever and ever? Unable to peak into the veil beyond space and time and death? Unable to tell your pet that you’re sorry for making them take the awful medicine and please don’t hate me please don’t hate me please don’t hate me? Unable to be remembered and recognized, at least not wholly, at least not without mistakes?

Do you ever feel the strangeness of existence? Why you? Why now? Why here? That sometimes it feels like the world is five degrees to the left and you are just out of sync enough to keep going. That sometimes you are so overwhelmed with the the giant coincidence that is the world so you weep uncontrollably at the wonder of it all. That you feel like suffocation as you dig into the earth with your bloody fingers because a bird hit your window and died and you didn’t know and you kneeled by it for an hour before realizing it wasn’t breathing.

It died so long ago. It won’t get up again. The first time you held a bird was its cold hard corpse. So small between your palms, so fragile. It’s feathers iridescent. You have never seen one so up close. It was the prettiest and the deadest thing you’ve ever touched. It feels like the world. It feels like a prayer. Do you understand?

Do you regret like me? Love like me? Despair like me? Do you dream like me? Pray like me? Cry like me?

How close are you?

Let me touch you.

Please, I have to know.

#reblog welcome #yea this is about Gabriel #I thought too hard abt his anatomy and my brain broke #fuck it im tagging #Gabriel ultrakill #ultrakill #what r u gonna do #restrain me? #ow owow oww stop hitting me stop hitting me #anyways yea I’d love to vivisect him #<- going insane #writing #godcore #angelcore #<- tags that I’ve seen ppl use for this kind of thing but let me know if inappropriate I can remove #az thoughts

[irl-dogboy]

dogboy az agenda

#trainer az #pokemon #dogboydraws #doodle #he's infected my brain for like 2 days straight #I AM NORMAL AND CAN BE TRUSTED AROUND THAT 9'10'' TALL MAN #also not to be insane but young az lowkey peak character design. i'll say it