#campnanowrimo project 🧵
UNTITLED FRANKENSTEIN x HUNGER GAMES WIP featuring. . .
• a war between vampires🩸and fae 🦋
• the thief who enters a barbaric contest that promises untold riches 💰
• a monstrous king as fragmented as his kingdom 🏰
• a carnivorous forest
Twitter has such short term memory because Taylor embarked on the biggest tour known to man and 95% of her tour openers were young women so please spare me the think pieces because she currently likes one (1) male artist
Don't mind me, I'm just anthropomophizing Taylor's first 6 albums imagining them singing "I knew it, I knew you" when she got them back and tearing up. Nothing to see here
Would u guys want handwritten lyrics for this album? It might take me a while but Id get started this weekend if there was some folks who were intrigued
eu acho q em um relacionamento os homens deveriam se perguntar "gomez faria isso com a morticia?" e se a resposta for nao é melhor reconsiderar totalmente
crazy how quickly dust accumulates. i should be allowed to put my trinkets on a shelf and not touch them and they remain in good condition for AT LEAST a year. dont even get me STARTED on the inside of a computer. why do i have to brush your teeth. youre a box
“When we leave Earth, we do not leave it, we choose it. We will always choose Earth, we will always choose each other” “Integrity from Earth, our single system, fragile and interconnected, we copy.”
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Look closely. Between these two moments, our species has performed miracles. We have mapped the blueprint of life within our own DNA. We have built “brains” of silicon that can outthink their creators. We have pushed back the darkness of disease. Infant mortality has plummeted, and millions of children who would have been lost to the earth in 1972 are today alive, dreaming, and contributing to the global chorus. We have sent robotic emissaries to the edge of the interstellar dark and peered back at the beginning of time itself through mirrors of gold.
Technologically, we are a different species. We are more connected, more informed, and more capable than any ancestor could have imagined in their wildest fever dreams.
And yet, look again.
From this distance, the borders remain invisible. You cannot see the “holy” ground over which we spill the blood of our children. You cannot see the walls we build to keep our neighbors out or the ideological trenches we dig to bury our common humanity. Despite our leap from vacuum tubes to artificial intelligence, we remain haunted by the same ancient tribalisms. We use 21st century technology to prosecute Bronze Age grudges.
We have changed the climate of our world, but we have yet to change the climate of our hearts. We are still a toddler civilization, playing with matches in a library of irreplaceable wonders.
The contrast is our great paradox. We have the power of gods, but we still possess the temperaments of the territorial primates from which we rose. We have learned to fly between worlds, but we are still struggling to learn how to walk together on this one.
"From out there on the moon, international politics look so petty. You want to grab a politician by the scruff of the neck and drag him a quarter of a million miles out and say, 'Look at that, you son of a bitch.'"
― Edgar Mitchell, Apollo 14 astronaut.