27. Astrophysicist, writer, artist. Michigan. Business inquiries: kaijunobiz@gmail.com
things are going to be difficult. But you
are going to be difficulter
thats the spirit!!!!! be a problem to your problems!!!!!!!!! mark your territory! !!!!!!!
them: Hey. Are you even listening to me?
my head: rockin, rockin’, and rollin’. down to the beach, i’m strollin’ but the seagulls poke at my head: not fun! i said “seagulls mmm! stop it now!” hmm hah hmm hmm hmm hah hmm hmm ha, hmm hmm hmm hm ha hmm hm hm hm hah
Ancient man once looked upon the stars and wondered what they were. ‘Windows into the afterlife?’ man wondered. The philosopher then looked up at those same stars and determined that we were at the center. The stars rose and fell in our night sky to entertain solely us. The renaissance man put telescope to sky and realized that no, these stars were not for us. These stars were far away, these planets that we’d named and kept as our own, were not ours. The universe did not belong to us, but rather the other way around. As the years passed, we kept looking up, kept learning about these stars, kept longing to touch them. We put man on the moon. We had become one (small) step closer to touching these stars, to touching these other worlds that did not belong to us. Like we reclaimed the moon, we will, one day, reclaim Mars. We will set foot on the rusty planet, and we would finally have two feet into this, this greatest journey. Our first small, infantile, steps into the universe around us. As we as a people age, our steps will become more steady, more confident. We will exponentially travel our journey. The greatest journey of humanity. The journey we first set out on while humanity itself was only first beginning. To touch these stars, to reclaim them, is to complete a trek millions of years in the making.
Anonymous asked:
kaijuno answered:
Ah yes make my own post to get shit on.
Listen kid. I’ve been on this site for years. I know exactly what they’re playing at here with the “this post is only for trans women” bullshit. Posts like that get thousands of notes but there’s no support for trans men. I’ve seen this happening for years. People on this site treat trans men like shit.
There’s not one actual reason a trans-positive post has to be either for trans women or trans men or any other trans identity. Including both hurts literally no one and helps some. The only reason some one would be upset about the inclusion of more trans identities in a positive post is transphobia.
Further, you can’t fucking takeover a post on tumblr. It’s an open and public website, and yes someone might add something to a post you don’t like, but guess what? You can ignore them, anon, and you can still respond to, edit, or otherwise interact with the post the exact same way as before.
jaethatgay-deactivated20201102 asked:
I’ve seen videos before haha I think I have one saved in my drafts
Unfortunately lazy
IM GOING TO STAB MYSELF IN THE FOOT I JUST SENT MY ENGLISH TEACHER MY ESSAY ON HAMLET AND IT WAS STILL NAMED “the fresh prince of denmark yo holla”
oh man, i love receiving unedited final drafts:
cracks me up every time
either the best or worst thing i have ever done
I remember when I had necrotizing pancreatitis and I was like βhmm this ainβt rightβ and my parents were like βthe hospital will just send you home with Norco theyβre not gonna do anythingβ so I wait a few days and see an urgent care and they took one look at my urinalysis and were like βbabe you gotta go to Detroit youβre experiencing kidney failure and your pancreas is rotting inside youβ. So 10 days and 100 pounds lost later I get home feeling pretty okay and my dads like βSo you managed to beat multiple organ failure ay?β And I just sent him this
Oh yeah and then I caught Covid and C. Dif. in the SICU. Had seizures and at one point needed an ice bath for a fever of 104. I could tell the doctors weren’t sure if I was gonna make it. My parents weren’t sure if I was gonna make it. Necrotizing pancreatitis has about a 30% mortality rate but because I had so many complications with it… I didn’t have a very good chance. But the doctors didn’t account for me just being too fuckin stubborn to die. Also got to spend my 23rd birthday blitzed on morphine
I remember when I had necrotizing pancreatitis and I was like βhmm this ainβt rightβ and my parents were like βthe hospital will just send you home with Norco theyβre not gonna do anythingβ so I wait a few days and see an urgent care and they took one look at my urinalysis and were like βbabe you gotta go to Detroit youβre experiencing kidney failure and your pancreas is rotting inside youβ. So 10 days and 100 pounds lost later I get home feeling pretty okay and my dads like βSo you managed to beat multiple organ failure ay?β And I just sent him this
