It’s very easy to say that magic doesn’t exist, but ultimately computers work by channeling lightning through a series of crystals, so who’s really to say.
“It doesn’t stop being magic just because you know how it works.”
Terry Pratchett, ‘The Wee Free Men’
I was thinking about this literally a couple hours ago when I was digging up dirt from the base of a strong old Virginia pine tree to put in the pots of the baby pine trees
People in the comments being all bitter. As if the arts aren’t out here giving you a reprieve from all the shit y'all go through. As if the arts aren’t out here making sure you live a little bit instead of just surviving.
i love that post thats like “never trust how you feel about your life after 9pm” that shit changed my life. every time i feel bad i look at the clock and i’m like Aha It’s 10:26 PM You Cannot Fucking Fool Me
