Nothing Bad Ever Happened To Them

lov u ants. several are embroidered onto a hoodie of mine.

Please don't forget the ants!

STOP STOP STOP Stop, making festive "bug print" fabrics, quilt patterns, children's books and drawings that include "mix of bugs" but don't contain a single ANT.

I know how you artists are. You never skip the butterfly because of the colors. You never skip the beetle because of the ... shape. You never skip a centipede or millipede because of the legs. You never skip the spider because of the LORE. But ants are "boring" --right? NO WRONG

Ants are everything. Ants are the most successful members of the most successful group of land animals on the planet!

A nature drawing without ants is like a forest without leaves. Like night sky... without any stars. Do not forget the ants. Know the ants have not forgotten you!

i love him

my contribution to star wars tumblr i hope you guys like it

edit: *jedi gesture* you will forget that i edited this post

the worms the worms thy're in my brain the worms they're int here the worms the worm sth owrms

watchin’ the prequels

Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.

On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.

But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.

But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”

The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.

And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.

Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.

The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.

When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.

~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy

No other experience like a partner falling asleep on you while your cat sleeps on them (the partner and cat are newly acquainted). There is nothing as perfect as this. My favourite creatures right there together. My legs are going numb but i wouldn't dare move. They're so beautiful. Is this content? I think this is a bigger emotion than content.

when I handed in my autism paperwork, I scheduled an appointment directly with my GP to go over my fully filled out and annotated paperwork, and go over the questions I'd made notes i didn't understand or needed clarified. I think colour coding was involved.

The way most autism literature describes "literal interpretation" is often not at all similar to how I experience it. Teenage me even thought I couldn't be autistic because I've always been able to learn metaphors easily.

In fact, I love wordplay of all kinds. Teenage me was fascinated to learn all the types of figurative language there are in poetry and literature.

But paperwork and questionnaires are hard, because there's so much they don't state clearly. Or they don't leave room for enough nuance.

"List all the jobs you've had, with start and end dates." What if I don't remember the exact day or month? Is the year enough?

"Have you been suffering from blurred vision?" Well, if I take off my glasses the whole world is blurred, but I'm fairly sure that's not what the intake form at the optometrist is asking.

Or the infamous (and infuriatingly stereotypical) "Would you rather go to a library or a party?" What sort of party? Where? Who's there? I work at a library. Am I currently at the library for work or pleasure? Does it have a good collection?

It's not common figures of speech that confound me. It's ambiguity, in situations that aren't supposed to be ambiguous.

anakin skywalker + The Spin

STAR WARS: EPISODE III - REVENGE OF THE SITH (2005) + letterboxd reviews

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