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Earth has been at war with an alien planet for over a century now, both want to occupy each other’s territory. After a long regime, the alien planet’s leader retires and a new chief rises to power…
This new chief has studied and been fascinated by humanity since he was a child, so he proposes that the two planets have a soccer match, the winner will be allowed to occupy the territory of the defeated team’s planet.
After months of training, each planet’s soccer team seems to be ready for the match, however, you can’t help but be nervous about the big event… After all, you’re the goalkeeper of Earth’s team.
via weheartit
“[Advice on dealing with writer’s block] Whenever you think you’re going to be blocked, and you’re not sure what to do, just write anything. It doesn’t matter what it is, because whatever it is, it is better than nothing.”
— Matthew Graham (BBC Writersroom interview)
“I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the world turns and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you. I love you. With all my heart, I love you.”
— Alan Moore, V for Vendetta
You can turn $20 worth of paint into a million dollar painting.
Self care is taking time to relax and listen to Cavetown’s new album Lemon Boy. Especially when you’ve been feeling really anxious lately.
Lyrics taken from "I promise I'm Trying" covered by Cavetown. I love that song.
Sleeping at last // planets
Dudes, just write. Stop asking me if you should start/continue/finish what you’re writing despite having x, y, or z problem. If you want to write I am in NO WAY authorized to tell you when to stop/start. That’s up to you and always will be.
If you think “no one will ever genuinely like this” you are 100% wrong. 100%. Think about all the trash out there that has fans. I wrote stuff when I was twelve that had more genuine fans among my family/classmates than ANYTHING I never shared with another living soul. It’s impossible to write something no one will like.
If you think “I’ll never finish it so why even bother?” you’re only depriving yourself, man. That’s like saying, “I like this cookie, but I can’t eat the whole bag. Guess I won’t even try one.” ????? Just write the story, to hell with endings. Some of the best works in the world went unfinished by the author/composer/architect, yet we admire the heck out of them. Maybe, instead of thinking you’ll never finish something, tell yourself this is the one you will finish (and repeat it until you do).
If you feel “this hurts to write, I’m too close to the subject material” either set it aside or full speed ahead. You MUST know how many classics, prize winners, and life changers came from someone’s very real pain and experience. Addicts, traumatized persons, victims, quite often they find solace and healing in writing about their experiences. Most importantly, so do their readers.
If you want to write, write. Otherwise only you are standing in the way of what you want.
That's how i accepted myself : By accepting others
The most radical thing you can do is to love yourself and love other people. Community is the foundation on which all things lasting are built. Without community, anything we try to create will come crashing down around our ears. Community is our greatest strength.
Oh let’s break (down)
“…you’re afraid you don’t fit in, you’re afraid you’ll be alone. Great news! You share that with all of us, so you’ll never be alone and you’ll always fit in.”
“You’re stronger. You’re better. You have friends. No, screw that. You have a family.”
[insp.]
Had to post this somewhere.
I’ve been thinking about Elon Musk’s Tesla.
The guy shot a car into space. A freaking car. With a fake astronaut in the seat and the words “Don’t Panic.”
And people are seeing this as this bizarre conspicuous consumption or a weird Tesla publicity stunt. As a one percenter…
…but the more I think about it, the more I realize something quite simple.
This guy had to launch a test load. He had to put something on that rocket. Given the power of the rocket, whatever they launched as a test load had to be heavy enough to properly test the biggest rocket we’ve launched since the Apollo program.
It had to be well built and solid enough to survive the launch. Now, because of the size of the load, it had to be put into a stable orbit not, as happens with smaller test loads, set to burn up in the Earth’s atmosphere.
So, assuming everything went well, whatever they put on that rocket? It’s going to be in space for a long time. Assuming it’s not hit by a bit of debris, or an asteroid, or whatever, it could be up there for millions of years. It’s in space, so it’s not going to rust or corrode. It will eventually develop pitting from micro meteor strikes, it’s not going to last forever.
So, what does the guy send up.
A freaking car with an astronaut in the seat and the words “Don’t Panic” printed on it.
It’s corny. It’s tacky. But what else is it?
It’s art.
It’s something that’s going to still be recognizable as art in a few thousand years. After we’re all dead. Heck, it may still be recognizable as art after our species is dead - extinct or evolved into something else.
Given the fact that he had to put some kind of object into a stable orbit in the solar system, Musk picked not just art, but ridiculous art. The kind of thing that hangs from diner ceilings, the kind of thing a kid would put together.
He put something out there that screams to the void “This is us. This is humanity. This is how utterly silly we are, how completely frivolous.”
And you know what, if the first..or the only…thing an alien civilization sees of us is Elon Musk’s stupid car, I’m quite happy with that.
They might not be able to decipher the message, but they’ll know somebody was here who, given the power to fly into space used it to play.
I’m quite happy with that.
Synesthesia aesthetic
