the funniest thing we do to alligators is duct tape their mouths shut when we need to handle them. imagine being a creature so ancient and undefeatable that you haven’t changed in thousands of years being rendered basically defenseless by a piece of plastic
Would i wear this? = would a lumberjack wear this? Would a New England fisherman wear this? Would a cowboy wear this? Would an acid tripping hippie from 1969 wear this? Would my father wear this? Would a trucker wear this?
i’m starting to lose my fucking mind and grainy old pictures of bad apartments are taking on the qualities of fine wines. look at this fucking bathroom photo and how every object in the shot is somehow half-cropped out of the frame it’s like an anti-renaissance painting and you would have to consciously try to take a photo that communicated any less information about the bathroom of this apartment
„And then, the beautiful colors of a circus. And the beautiful colors of an incredible creature. Lavender. Blue. Scars like hers. Acceptance and kindness from these beautiful people.“ (I’m still in tears over Yasha‘s playlist)
I hate shipwrecks in Minecraft bc they imply that there is/was some form of intelligent life in Minecraft before the player…… It’s clearly not villagers bc they can’t even build a village properly…… Who are these mysterious ship builders and where did they go…..
actually the more i think ab it the more beautiful and lonely the world gets. i developed this interpretation after mineshafts where added but even before that, the temples buried by sand? trapped caverns in jungles? even in other worlds, fortresses in hell itself now only guarded by skeletons? houses in the end only accessible by portal after defeating the dragon? all relics of a past race thats been mysteriously wiped. the villagers dont know perhaps, they see you and assume your one of them. different perhaps, your nose is much to short and face much to squished, your language garbled complexities they have yet to decode, but thats fine to them. you have things they want and they have things you want. perhaps they will one day, long after you get tired of this world, uncover those past relics as well. perhaps they will recognize the stories passed down, perhaps they will lament not trying to understand you, to find the missing pieces of the race before them now entirely gone.
or something like that. im v tired
In the deserts under the sand you can find bone blocks making up massive skeletons of unknown creatures
there was something before us, giant and unknown wandering the world.
