“what are your intentions with my son?” i just want to take care of him when he’s sick. i am poisoning him in order to do this but like. im also taking really really good care of him. so it evens out. you know like in terms of sins.
i love nature docs & i recently came across one that hit me super hard. turns out the labords chameleon’s life cycle is extremely short. they live only 4-5 months & immediately die after laying & burying their eggs (which is their only purpose)z
in the final moments their nervous system begins to fail as their brain loses control of skin cells, so random nerve firings cause the skin to randomly change colors which causes a ridiculous art as they slowly die. it’s like sort of a visualization of the brain’s final flickerings.
pristine example of nature’s beauty, tragedy, & brutality at the same time.
i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill
it’s crazy how Pattinson is able to run up the score on every other actor in Hollywood for appearing in exciting, interesting projects because he’s the only one who doesn’t have to perpetually keep space on his calendar in case Marvel needs a sixth round of Avengers reshoots
detail i love in every iteration of The Odyssey is shooting the arrow through the axes, bc it’s such a nebulously described task no one imagines it the same way