Random thought of the day
Random phrase: Cost-effective hoodies.
Centralia (Pennsylvania)
mine fire burning beneath the borough since 1962
This place literally inspired Silent Hill you guys
oh shit this place
this place is literally burning from the inside out
there’s this mine underneath the town that they used as a landfill and years ago it caught on fire
they had to evacuate the whole god damn place because the street was caving in and shit and smoke was spilling out
the fire hasn’t stopped since then and it’s predicted that it will burn for the next 150 years
this place not only inspired silent hill but it’s like literal hell on earth
Oh man. I want to go here.
shit.
take me there.
Shit just got real……
LOL I submitted the above text to When Parents Text early last year, and it got chosen for WPT’s “Best of 2012” list. It’s under “Lauren’s Favorite”. What an honor.
OH PHIL.
It was amusing on that antique grass,
Seated halfway between the green and blue,
To waken music gentle and extinct.
Under the old walls where the daisies grew
Sprinkled in cinquecento style, as though
Archangels might have stepped there yesterday.
But it was we, mortal and young, who strolled
And fluted quavering music, for a day
Casual heirs of all we looked upon.
Such pipers of the emeralds afternoon
Could only be the heirs of perfect time
When every leaf distinctly brushed with gold
Listened to Primavera speaking flowers.
Those scherzos stumble now; our journeys run
To harsher hillsides, rockier declensions.
Obligatory climates call us home.
And so shall clarity of cypresses,
Unfingered by necessity, become
Merely the ghost of half-remembered trees,
A trick of sunlight flattering the mind?—
There were four recorders sweet upon the wind.
—Adrienne Cecile Rich, “Recorders in Italy”
Art Credit Nathan Ford
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For how long did it live as a single thought
among the serene meditations of unschooled fish,
under the skyway of waves where there is
no light to tell a shadow from darkness?
And how did it come to rise, this bronze Poseidon,
born from its own ocean as we too
are born of our own ideas not at dawn
but midday, surprised, even moved, by our own
arrival? Ravished, hollow, poised to throw
its handful of nothing, it left us dumbstruck
at twenty, three thousand years of Athens
beneath us. How foolish to think we have been
older since then, but we have been older.
A beam from the sunken lighthouse
now swivels across the deep to graze the face
of another god who holds its breath until it passes.
—Nicole Krauss, “Bronze Poseidon”
Art Credit Herds of Birds via fer1972.
Stop scrolling.
“Hi! I’m the Doctor. I noticed you were having a bit of a bad day. So! Convinced you’re not important, eh? I’ve never heard a stupider stupid thought in my life. Wait. No. That sounds bad. Misguided, is that a nicer word? I don’t mean that YOU’RE stupid, but just your thoughts are stupid—
Right, anyway. Popped by in the TARDIS to remind you that I have never met someone who isn’t important. And if you’re clever and want to tell me we’ve never met, I’d like to remind you I said, ‘Hi! I’m the Doctor,’ and that counts as an introduction.
You matter. Just remember that. You matter.”
Fuck me I’m crying cause I read this in his voice and now I feel better.
I don’t even watch Doctor Who but I needed this so bad oh my god who let me be a person
Thank you, Doctor. I needed that today.
