CLADISTICS Ruined My Life

[image id: a four-page comic. it is titled “immortality” after the poem by clare harner (more popularly known as “do not stand at my grave and weep”). the first page shows paleontologists digging up fossils at a dig. it reads, “do not stand at my grave and weep. i am not there. i do not sleep.” page two features several prehistoric creatures living in the wild. not featured but notable, each have modern descendants: horses, cetaceans, horsetail plants, and crocodilians. it reads, “i am a thousand winds that blow. i am the diamond glints on snow. i am the sunlight on ripened grain. i am the gentle autumn rain.” the third page shows archaeopteryx in the treetops and the skies, then a modern museum-goer reading the placard on a fossil display. it reads, “when you awaken in the morning’s hush, i am the swift uplifting rush, of quiet birds in circled flight. i am the soft stars that shine at night. do not stand at my grave and cry.” the fourth page shows a chicken in a field. it reads, “i am not there. i did not die” / end id]

a comic i made in about 15 hours for my school’s comic anthology. the theme was “evolution”

Me in fourth grade: I am a god above you all. I have a twelfth grade reading level. I'm one of the two biggest readers in school and everybody knows it. This book? Yeah, I started it yesterday. I finished it today. Yeah it's 600 pages, what about it? You fools are nothing compared to me.

Me now: I can only read fanfiction and comic books. I can't even reread my favourite books. Actually starting a new book? Not happening. Reading is still my favourite activity but I can't do it. I am physically incapable of reading more than ten pages. I had to google how to spell twelfth. My favourite books are all over 1000 pages send help.

the dubious philosophy of salmon

Aromantic Sunset. Just don’t ask me why the sky is green and we won’t have a problem.

aro culture is being really interested in lockpicking. not necessarily for nefarious purposes, it just seems cool because it's a neat puzzle

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part 1

Aro/ace spec students who anonymously send validating little messages using owls and different spells for people struggling with accepting their identities. Eventually other students catch on and start doing the same thing, especially the students who benefit from them.

They use that one owl in the owlery, you know the one. Old Agrippa. Agrippa won’t fly long distances, so it doesn’t get to deliver messages much (something it loves very much). Agrippa becomes a favorite of the a-spec students, who bring it treats and toys and pride-color ribbons that help it hold onto things.

When the mail arrives, Agrippa soars through the Great Hall ahead of the rest. It never drops and flies; it always stays for a bit of sausage and affection. The aros and aces of Hogwarts send more messages of encouragement both for their fellow a-specs and for the owl who has stolen their hearts.

- Ravenclaw Mod

do i want to do that because i really want to do it, or do i just want to change my life drastically?

Part of being aromantic, at least for me, is always being the third wheel. Feeling awkward and left out whenever my friends leave to go on a date or whatever and I have no one to hang out with. I'm not saying that I want to intrude on someone's date or whatever, they deserve to have time to themselves. I get that. I just wish I didn't feel so alone when everyone around me has someone special to them and I don't.

And it's not like I want to be in a partnered relationship, either. I actually feel pretty squicked about the concept of being the recipient of romantic feelings, and I feel completely neutral about having a qpr (aside from the knowledge that I don't feel any sort of attraction and don't particularly want to have to make personal decisions only with the help of someone else).

I guess it just makes me feel a little like I'm not anyone's most loved, if that makes any sense. No one loves me more than anyone else. I'm nobody's best friend, nobody's dearest individual. And partly that's freeing, because I don't have to figure anyone else into my future, but it's also sad, too, because I'm nobody's favorite and I'll always have to take a backseat to other people.

Ugh, idk. I shouldn't be complaining. I have great friends who I love dearly and who care about me. I just have to constantly be aware that I'm never going to be the first one someone thinks of when they think of home.

Anyone else feels like they overshare everything with others and at the very same time haven’t opened up at all to anyone