The World - Tumblr Posts
Why does the world make it so we have to bleed just to prove a point?
A Book in the United States, Myanmar, and Liberia: She was wearing a red sock on one foot and a purple one on the other.
The Same Book, But Everywhere Else: She was wearing a red sock on one 0.3048 meters and a purple one on the other.
has anyone ever noticed the amount of ass the world has?
"All is excruciating pain. I breathe fire and torment. I birth a world of suffering to mire and plague. In one fleeting moment, lives come and go. Ever moving towards the unknown. And in that fleeting moment, they cry for the answer to the question: Why, given life, are they meant to suffer? To die? As fragmented, imperfect beings, yours is a never-ending quest. A quest to find your purpose, knowing your end is assured. To find the strength to continue, when all strength has left you. To find joy, even as darkness descends. And amidst deepest despair, light everlasting."
“After all, [the world] is on my side. That is, I’m a part of it. Not separate from it. I walk on the ground and the ground’s walked on by me, I breathe the air and change it, I am entirely interconnected with the world.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven
To the end of the world.
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Andrew Crocker (b.1962) - All Poems Ever Written. Oil on panel.
“Things don’t have purposes, as if the universe were a machine, where every part has a useful function. What’s the function of a galaxy? I don’t know if our life has a purpose and I don’t see that it matters. What does matter is that we’re a part. Like a thread in a cloth or a grass-blade in a field. It is and we are. What we do is like wind blowing on the grass. […] We’re in the world, not against it. […] The world is, no matter how we think it ought to be. You have to be with it. You have to let it be.”
— Ursula Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven (via exhaled-spirals)
A Song on the end of the World
On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.
On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.
And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.
Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
There will be no other end of the world,
There will be no other end of the world.
CZESLAW MILOSZ
These are a few months old but just in case y'all wanted it as individual wallpapers, I cleaned them up for you. Perfect for phone wallpapers! Or send them to your college professors to give them a jumpscare. Idk have fun with it.
Okay, froggy out 🫡🏃♀️💨💨💨