Be not afraid of what the future will hold.
We do not know exactly as to what the future will bring.
Entropy is a bringer of chaos, and chaos is impossible to predict.
We may be able to guess what events will occur in the near future, but our predictions of the future will become increasingly less accurate, and more vague and large-scale as the go further along the arrow of time.
But let it be known.
A fear of the future, of one's own future, and the future of those they care about, is natural.
Self-preservation is why humans have survived so long, as opposed to just blindly rushing in and doing a task.
For a disregard of one's safety is always foolish.
But we cannot lay dormant forever, no matter how fearful of the future we are. For the future never waits. You cannot stop it.
For this, remember, that if you cannot know what the future will bring, you must cherish every good time and every silver lining. You must find hope in the bad days, and take comfort in the good days.
An old story is as such:
An old king sent out his three wisest philosophers to come up with a saying that fights in both good times and bad, in drought and flood, in exceeding wealth and staggering poverty.
They thought for many days and many nights, and returned with 4 words.
"This, too, shall pass."
This moment, too, shall pass. Cherish it, for you cannot go back.
Look to the future, and chaos, and the unpredictability of the world we live in, not to be scared, but to grow, and to remember to savour the world and every moment we have with it.
Hello everyone. It is my pleasure to bring you the greatest house I have ever seen. The house of a true visionary. A real ad-hocist. A genuine pioneer of fenestration. This house is in Alabama. It was built in 1980 and costs around $5 million. It is worth every penny. Perhaps more.
Now, I know what you're thinking: "Come on, Kate, that's a little kooky, but certainly it's not McMansion Heaven. This is very much a house in the earthly realm. Purgatory. McMansion Purgatory." Well, let me now play Beatrice to your Dante, young Pilgrim. Welcome. Welcome, welcome, welcome.
It is rare to find a house that has everything. A house that wills itself into Postmodernism yet remains unable to let go of the kookiest moments of the prior zeitgeist, the Bruce Goffs and Earthships, the commune houses built from car windshields, the seventies moments of psychedelic hippie fracture. It is everything. It has everything. It is theme park, it is High Tech. It is Renaissance (in the San Antonio Riverwalk sense of the word.) It is medieval. It is maybe the greatest pastiche to sucker itself to the side of a mountain, perilously overlooking a large body of water. Look at it. Just look.
The inside is white. This makes it dreamlike, almost benevolent. It is bright because this is McMansion Heaven and Gray is for McMansion Hell. There is an overbearing sheen of 80s optimism. In this house, the credit default swap has not yet been invented, but could be.
It takes a lot for me to drop the cocaine word because I think it's a cheap joke. But there's something about this example that makes it plausible, not in a derogatory way, but in a liberatory one, a sensuous one. Someone created this house to have a particular experience, a particular feeling. It possesses an element of true fantasy, the thematic. Its rooms are not meant to be one cohesive composition, but rather a series of scenes, of vastly different spatial moments, compressed, expanded, bright, close.
And then there's this kitchen for some reason. Or so you think. Everything the interior design tries to hide, namely how unceasingly peculiar the house is, it is not entirely able to because the choices made here remain decadent, indulgent, albeit in a more familiar way.
Rare is it to discover an interior wherein one truly must wear sunglasses. The environment created in service to transparency has to somewhat prevent the elements from penetrating too deep while retaining their desirable qualities. I don't think an architect designed this house. An architect would have had access to specifically engineered products for this purpose. Whoever built this house had certain access to architectural catalogues but not those used in the highest end or most structurally complex projects. The customization here lies in the assemblage of materials and in doing so stretches them to the height of their imaginative capacity. To borrow from Charles Jencks, ad-hoc is a perfect description. It is an architecture of availability and of adventure.
A small interlude. We are outside. There is no rear exterior view of this house because it would be impossible to get one from the scrawny lawn that lies at its depths. This space is intended to serve the same purpose, which is to look upon the house itself as much as gaze from the house to the world beyond.
Living in a city, I often think about exhibitionism. Living in a city is inherently exhibitionist. A house is a permeable visible surface; it is entirely possible that someone will catch a glimpse of me they're not supposed to when I rush to the living room in only a t-shirt to turn out the light before bed. But this is a space that is only exhibitionist in the sense that it is an architecture of exposure, and yet this exposure would not be possible without the protection of the site, of the distance from every other pair of eyes. In this respect, a double freedom is secured. The window intimates the potential of seeing. But no one sees.
At the heart of this house lies a strange mix of concepts. Postmodern classicist columns of the Disney World set. The unpolished edge of the vernacular. There is also an organicist bent to the whole thing, something more Goff than Gaudí, and here we see some of the house's most organic forms, the monolith- or shell-like vanity mixed with the luminous artifice of mirrors and white. A backlit cave, primitive and performative at the same time, which is, in essence, the dialectic of the luxury bathroom.
And yet our McMansion Heaven is still a McMansion. It is still an accumulation of deliberate signifiers of wealth, very much a construction with the secondary purpose of invoking envy, a palatial residence designed without much cohesion. The presence of golf, of wood, of masculine and patriarchal symbolism with an undercurrent of luxury drives that point home. The McMansion can aspire to an art form, but there are still many levels to ascend before one gets to where God's sitting.
Now, this isn't something I usually post about from my silly goofy k1nk account (reminder to minors to not follow or scroll this acount).
But I have more followers on here than main, and this is extremely important. Like, scary shit.
This applies to everyone. If you're reading this? It's going to effect you.
I'm sure perhaps some of you have seen around about a this thing going around... KOSA, is one of the ways it's being referred to.
If this shit passes, lemme tell you...
LGBTQ+ adults and minors seeking help and community,
people looking for abortions,
people organizing protests,
anyone using their free speech to voice concerns about injustices,
even FAN ARTISTS...
Even people reading fan fiction...
And for the purposes of where I'm posting from... people sharing and enjoying their k1nks, wanting to post things with safety and privacy... smut artists and writers, people even LOOKING for smut...
It's all gone. No privacy.
Here is a website where you can sign a letter just by filling out a form, (it takes less than 30 seconds) and where you can call reps.
I HIGHLY suggest leaving calls if you're able, and if you have phone shyness, do this after 6pm, since it will leave messages instead.
I'm shy, but I did it!
Here's another letter to sign, takes less than 20 seconds.
Here is a form you can fill out sharing how the social media has POSITIVELY effected you.
Share all of this with as many people as you can. Our safety, freedom, joy, and protection online is at risk more than ever.
(Here is the thread where I found all of this information.)
They become the 3 am thoughts that I am plagued by
If you don't have a shower are they still "shower thoughts"? Or do they become bath thoughts?
Anniversary Lunch 💕
Today's Seal Is: The Howler
GENTLEMEN! I have gathered you here today to disturb JK Rowling. The plan begins at midnight!
I've rarely seen a more validating sentence in my entire life.
the holy trinity is trending
Whenever the porn bits happen to me, I report them too. Otherwise, I'd stick with blocking them.
Hello! How are you? Just thought I'd check up on you
Quick fun fact: You are the reason I joined Tumblr and I absolutely love it here! Thanks for showing me the magical and chaotic world of Tumblr, I feel right at home :D
Fantastic, welcome to Tumblr! Happy to have brought you here! ^_^
People have been telling me that a lot, I don't know why that is. I guess I just have a really good reading voice? XD
@codasylph I feel like blocking does enough, but I have started seeing once in a while bots that have Liked my post, and when I click on their profile, it leads me to a blog that has literal porn on it. 0_0 Before then, I had NEVER stumbled upon Tumblr porn like that. I thought they got rid of all that! So I instantly report that stuff.
@dragon-furry-art Just about every day. I don't know how any of your questions come to your minds, or why you want answers from me of all people. Why do you want to know my favorite food or animal or game or character? What will you do with that information? Why is it so important to you to know the answer? I will never know. XD
My little sister's new boyfriend got a tattoo for her about a month ago and he wanted matching tattoos so he decided to get uh. The tattoo on her ankle of her ex boyfriend's name that she hasn't gotten covered up yet
9/10 times I am screaming into the abyss at 3am
I identify as a sentient multicellular organism that believes that the 23rd chromosome shouldn't define all aspects of my or anyone else's life.
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