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I think scientists should invent something that kinda joins our brainwaves in visual form to the tv screens. And just show us a bunch of people and let us sleep and let our brains create some movie. Because most of the time the things that our brain can do and create is amazing. I have actually seen amazing things in my dreams that was better than all the movies in real life. Random guy on the street, cute lady in the groceries, your long lost relatives that you have no idea who they are but your brain is like ‘screw it, you’re casted as the 17th century police with fancy clothes’. If I’m not making sense, well, none of my dreams have ever made sense but they were awesome.
Ok can't get this our of my head, hear me out. OFMD AU where Stede Bonnet leaves his wife to open a half way house for at risk youths. The whole crew is there just de aged. He tries his best to take of their mental, emotional and physical health. And he thinks he's doing a decent job of it. He's a little worried a out this gangster they all seem to look up to tho. He tries reading about him him to get a better understanding of the type of lives he kids lived before ending up there. There's a police raid a few blocks over one night and Stede finds a mysterious man bleeding out in his back yard. He's already let him in and fixed him up when he finds out he's the infamous Blackbeard. He not sure if he should fully trust him but he seems pretty nice and the kids think he's amazing. Idk just a thought I had
I was driving past one of those lots with the all-natural pine Christmas trees and my first thought was
“Who even buys live action Christmas trees anymore?”
The Internet is one big case of "You can do this thing! But Watch Out."
Imagine Percy dead and Poseidon holding his lifeless body in his hands 😀
You ever just stop breathing for a bit and the remember you have to and do so begrudgingly?
I've had an epiphany, maybe people mostly tend to remember and recount the negative traits of a person that they lost or moved on from not as an act of malice but rather self-preservation. Maybe remembering and acknowledging that someone was "really not so great" or "not as good as I thought" dampens the pain that would have increased manifold if we accepted that we lost someone uniquely dear to us and had good traits that outweighed the bad.
Probably I am being too optimistic, but you never know how most hearts cope in this transient world. ❣️🖤
and it pisses me off to not have more than 24 hours in my day. i want to watch every movie that made you feel something, every song that gave you a serotonin boost, every book that broke to make you, every poem that made you fall in love a little more, every fuckin thing you ever laid your eyes on- i want to be a part of that. it pisses me off to not have known you when we both were kids: untainted, innocent, fragile but now that we are older, do you believe me?
there are days when my name lingers on the inside of your mouth; too reluctant to be explicit, too obvious to be discreet.
and it makes both of us tiptoe around each other till you say, "one last time" and spend the night in my dad's t-shirt that i always forget to bring back home. we have a hard time returning things, you and i. we make a home out of borrowed items because the reality of owning something that's just ours is scary; we are not who we wanted to be and if any of us got any closer to what we prayed for, i am not sure we'll recognize what we see. right now, i see you with my blurry vision because i can't find my glasses again and you have no idea how to look for things. you once told me you only started missing your grandma after she was buried. you do that; confess bizarre things just after coming. i don't mind it but i think i love you only when you are falling asleep beside me. the rest of the time we spend together, i nurture a mild hatred towards you so that we don't promise each other a forever we will grow to resist. well, even our hypotheticals are a calculated risk. there are days when your name lingers on the roof of my mouth so i just shove my tongue down yours so that we can never talk about anything real; reality bites, i'm sure you've noticed.
idk why this reminds me of the dreams where my lover and i are still together and then i wake up and feel a void so profound within me that it pins me down to my bed and i have to spend all my energy in just the act of getting off it and then spend the rest of the day as a corpse.
How many times do u think achilles woke in the middle of the night to turn over to touch patroclus and wonder why he was so cold before he realized