i am the youngest of 3 and I have done this AT LEAST once
As a middle child, I can say this is my life story in a nutshell
AS THE OLDEST CHILD I CAN SAY MY YOUNGER SIBLINGS DO THIS ALL THE FUCKING TIME
I’m the youngest of four!
You’re one in a million. That means there are 320 of you in the United States. Find yourself. Start an army. Overthrow the government of a small midwestern town. Run shit.
And now, the weather.
Park sign installed today.
LOTMS; “The Future”
things girls do that I love:
- offer their friends sips of their coffee drinks without being asked
- scratch each others back
- say things like “smell this lotion I bought this weekend”
- compliment each other’s eyebrows
- that thing when they agree with you and their eyes get really wide and they nod their head solemnly
- throw out each others gum wrappers or chip bags when they get up
Or, chocolate chip pumpkin muffins for the the less-than-brilliant bakers among us. NOW, let me be clear on something up front: these muffins? Yeah, they don’t taste like pumpkin. They, in fact, taste like the muffin every dry-as-shit nasty ass chocolate chip muffin you’ve ever tasted wants to grow up to be. The pumpkin sweetens the batter and makes the resulting muffin the most amazingly moist delicious motherfucker you have ever put in your mouth, so do not let it deter you. If you’re thinking, “Fuck these muffins, I hate pumpkin pie,” THINK AGAIN. THESE MUFFINS DON’T TASTE LIKE PUMPKIN PIE. THEY TASTE LIKE GLORY, JOY, SUNSHINE, AND WHAT I IMAGINE THE INSIDE OF TYLER HOECHLIN’S BRAIN IS LIKE.
Okay. That said, let’s do the damn thing. Under the cut is a step-by-step guide to the production of these muffins, with pictures! And swearing! Because I figured if I was going to document this and put it on the internet, pictures and swearing would be helpful.
i once saw a scientist
and she was speaking generally
about science things
(being a scientist and knowing science things
and, speaking generally
i am not a science
and while i respect them,
i do not have much interest
or science things.
so i went to switch the channel
at the precise moment that the presenter sitting beside the scientist asked:
in your opinion,
is the most ASTOUNDING fact
about the universe
and this stopped me.
because it is not often that television presenters ask such interesting questions,
and the scientist was pursing her lips in a thoughtful way that made me think
i wanted to her her answer
to the interesting question.
after a pause,
she did not look directly at the
but directly at the presenter.
did you know,
that there are atoms in your body.
the presenter laughed.
what else would my body be made of?
said the scientist,
and i did not need to look at the television screen to know
she was smiling.
do you know where those atoms came from?
said the presenter.
and he did not say anything else.
i snickered from my place in the armchair
and the scientist smiled again.
the most ASTOUNDING fact that i have ever known,
is not a fact, specifically,
but the story of every atom on this planet.
the ones that make up the grass and the sea and the sand and the forests and the human
these atoms came
the presenter sat forward and so did i.
continued the scientist,
and, in their later years,
it pains me a little to say it, but a star’s death
is far more dramatic than a human’s.
is it? asked the presenter.
the scientist was looking at him still,
and i felt strongly as though i was listening in on a very private
it is, the scientist nodded. the stars
i am referring to,
collapsed and exploded a very long time ago, and scattered their enriched guts across
the entire universe.
here, she paused, and her words caught in my mind in a way that made me wonder
if she was a scientist
or a poet.
their guts, she said whilst sipping from a glass of water, were splayed across every
of time and space.
these guts were made of the
of life and existence.
carbon and oxygen and nitrogen and hydrogen and all the
rest of it.
all in the bellies of these stars that flung themselves across the universe in protest when it was their time to die.
and then? asked the presenter.
the scientist’s lips quirked upwards. and then, she said.
it all became parts of gas clouds.
ones that condense and collapse and will form our next solar systems -
billions of stars with billions of planets to orbit them.
and these planets have the ingredients of life sewed into the very fabric
of their own lives.
so, she said, smile still playing on her lips -
where do your atoms come from?
from those gas clouds, said the presenter.
no, said the scientist.
from those stars.
every atom, every molecule, every inhale and exhale and beat of your heart, is traceable
to the crucibles that cooked life itself.
and you are sitting here and so am i and so are your viewers at home,
and we’re all in the universe, aren’t we?
yes, said the presenter.
but i’ll tell you what’s even better, the scientist smiled wider.
the universe is in us. your atoms and my atoms and your camera men’s atoms came from those stars. you’re connected and relevant without even having to try. you are made of stardust and the fabric of the universe.
that is the most ASTOUNDING fact
i can tell you.
the presenter smiled and the scientist smiled wider and i smiled too,
and later i switched the channel to something less scientific
and wondered if i should feel small,
tiny and insignificant in relation to the stars that collapsed and exploded and
threw themselves everywhere.
and that is how my mother found me,
sitting on the sofa.
and she asked me what was
and i said,
nothing. i’m just a lot smaller than stars are.
my mother is very literal woman. as such, her natural response was:
of course you’re not. don’t you see how small stars are?
that’s only from a distance,
maybe you’re looking at yourself from a distance too, she said.
and she left the room and it is years later now, but i still
think about the scientist and what she said
and my mother and what she said
and i still see the presenter on television.
and i still think that the stars are very big
but now i think,
they are in me.
so i am big too.
au: cas and dean are human, the gates of heaven and hell are closed, and sam is starting a new life for himself. so dean and cas decide to go on a road trip together once everything has settled down. needless to say, sam regrets showing them how to use snapchat. [dean’s version]
"I was wondering if the MCR members still stay in contact? Have you guys ever talked since the breakup?"
‘arent we supposed to have antlers or something’
‘fuck if i know’
'who cares we're mad cute'
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