Get Yourself A Person Who Doesn't Feel Insecure About You Being Very Busy And Doesn't Feel Scared About

VERY IMPORTANT a dam in the Netherlands, the weerdsluis lock, is directly on a migratory path for spawning fish. They have a worker stationed there to open the door for the fish, but they can take a while to open it. So to keep the fish from getting preyed on by birds they installed a doorbell. Only, the fish don't have hands to ring the doorbell. If you go to their website, they have a LIVE CAMERA AND A DOORBELL that YOU RING FOR THE FISH when they're waiting, and then the dam worker opens the door for them! I can't express how obsessed I am with this. look at this shit. oh my god.

Please check on the fish doorbell once in a while :)

Four years ago, I picked up a copy of Aru Shah and the End of Time in my middle school library. I had just found out about Rick Riordan Presents and I was thrilled to discover a series about Hindu Mythology.

For the next three years, I would follow Aru as she laughed and cried and learned, and I would revel in the knowledge that there was a character who looked like me. And she was a hero heroine.

Aru had the same skin color as me. She ate the same food as me. She had the same experiences as me. In a way, she was me.

One year ago, April 14th, I went to one of Roshani Chokshi's virtual book tours, the one she held with Rick Riordan. I was ecstatic. That night, I met two of my biggest inspirations, even if they didn't meet me.

Then a few days later I received my signed copy of Aru Shah and the City of Gold. I read it all in one night and screamed so loud my parents had to tell me to shut up. I couldn't wait for the final installment.

Today I clicked download on my library's digital copy of Aru Shah and the Nectar of Immortality. I read it in one sitting, in the middle of my 10th grade English class. And when I finally reached the end of a four year long journey, I cried.

And so today I said goodbye to Aru. To Mini and Brynne and Aiden and Rudy and Sheela and Nikita and Boo and even Kara, who I partially despised for most of last year.

I also said thank you to Roshani Chokshi, because I found myself in her writing. Because I found myself in her.

At ten years old, I entered Aru's world. Today, at fourteen, I'm leaving it behind.

patron saint of one way trips

@lakefucine | patti white | the reverent marigold | eleanor hsieh | gus greshem | oleg gazenko | alan shapiro | boston manor | @caputvulpinum | pigeon watch | brennig davies | sleeping at last | @fateology | sarah doyle.

Book Lovers - Emily Henry

trying to carry too many objects at once and dropping one and leaning down to pick it up and then dropping another thing when you do and having to leave it on the floor and come back for it is so humiliating like ohhh shit i might have overshot this one. now i have to leave a breadcrumb trail of shame in my wake as i try to reach my destination without dropping anything else. i wish i was dead.

Ladies, don’t date him unless he’s

Swift as a coursing river

With all the force of a great typhoon

With all the strength of a raging fire

Mysterious as the dark side of the moon

literally my favorite type of tweet

It’s meme time babey!!

*I drew this picture for a fan convention to celebrate the 3rd anniversary of FGO Nemo's implementation.

Work process & Idea sketch

poems about Laika (the soviet space dog)

i’ve been hunting for one in specific, and during my quest, i have seen that very many beautiful poems about this creature have been written. I wanted to compile them.

“first dog in space” by brennig davies / “They say that, from space, the Earth looks like a small, blue ball. I’ll throw it for you, Laika, if you’ll chase it, dart through the stratosphere like a comet, undeserving of its fate.”

“laika” by claire williamson / “for three hours she was weightless, pulse racing, but ate her dinner, alive to see an orbital sunrise.”

“laika” by adnana zeljkovic / “Paddling with her soft paws in inimical vacuum, (nothing to draw you to your bosom like Mother Earth’s gravitation) herself soft snowflake,”

“laika” by paul gerard reed / “The stars that shone have all gone out as man betrayed your trust, but your spirit is still in place somewhere, out there in space.”

“laika” by dave lewis / “But when you gave me that final kiss on the nose I suppose deep down inside I knew my destiny lay among the stars. Alone, in silence, I watched the world spinning round, one thousand miles below.“

“i remember laika” by jan oskar hansen / “The farewell can’t be delayed a boy has run to the outer field sits on a stone tries not to cry the struggle to accept the unavoidable.”

“muttnik” by tumblr user @fateology / “I don’t mind. I just miss you. I miss you like the space that lies between two breaths. Full to burning.”

“for the first dog in space” by lavinia greenlaw / “Laika, do not let yourself be fooled by the absolute stillness that comes only with not knowing how fast you are going. As you fall in orbit around the earth, remember your language. Listen to star dust. Trust your fear.”

“laika” by sarah doyle / “Brave little cosmonaut, caught and collared, Earth no more than a distant ball with which you cannot play.”

“laika” by adrian sobol / “If there is light, it’s pressing down on you. Something stirs inside it.”

“first the dog” by zbigniew herbert / “awkwardly we bump into stars / we see nothing we hear nothing / we beat with our fists on the dark ether / on all the wavelengths is a whining”

you are welcome to add more poems to this post if you have any in mind to recommend.