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I didn’t know I needed these, but, I do.
No, it’s fine. I didn’t need my heart.
Are we crying about a doodle of dinosaurs?
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Oh god it hurts why would you ever
The meteor was coming.
Oh, God, it was coming and she didn’t know what to do. Her son, her beautiful little son, pressed close to her side, craning his neck to look up at his Mother.
“Mummy, why is everyone moving? There’s plenty of food here.” He asked in his sweet, innocent voice.
“Because, my sweet, sometimes it is best that we move on. It is our way.” She replied, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.
“Oh,” Her son said, turning his gaze to the fiery rock in the sky that would spell their deaths out for them, “the old Triceratops told me it was cuzza that rock. He said the rock could hurt us real bad.” He continued, not understanding what he meant by those words in his innocence.
“Triceratops is being silly, he just wanted to tease you one more time before he left.” She lied, choking on her tears. Oh, God, he son, her lovely son, was going to die not understanding.
She turned her face to the meteor- it was close now. It wouldn’t be long. Swinging her head around, she dropped her face to her sons and nuzzled him one last time. “Let’s play a game, yes? And then we’ll go join the others.” She suggested.
“Okay! What game shall we play, Mummy?”
“Let’s play pretend. We will imagine the sort of place we would like to move to, and when we open our eyes, that’s where we shall be.”
“How do we play?”
One last look at the meteor- it was almost time.
“Close your eyes and imagine the place, and count to thirty out loud. Just like when we play Hide-and-Seek.” She curled herself around her son, both of them now laid on the beach.
“Ok, Mummy. 1, 2, 3, 4…”
She watched the meteor approach with sad eyes, and just before it hit land she turned her head, laying it and her neck over her son and bracing herself.
Her son had not yet said 30, but it was over.
what the fuck is wrong with you
WOW HOLY FUCK THANKS FOR SHITTING ALL OVER MY HEART
I’m just gonna go cry forever now ok.
It’s okay… I’m okay… no I’m not oh my lord help me my soul has been crushed
It was their last stop before going to the woods for the night. There they would stand motionless, only half-sleeping, tendons locked in their legs and one eye open. Sometimes as many as a dozen would congregate between the trees, forming static walls of stripes and dapples.
But for now they had a long drink, and listened to a waterbird’s call from the other side of the lake.
(So this might have been done before, I’m not sure, just thought of a few lines and then I had to write it all out! So, uh, silly… Pokemon parody…thing.)
Wish this were real life,
Not just a fantasy,
Caught in a Rock Slide,
No escape from Mount Coronet,
Get on your bike, hold down and press A and B,
I’m just a girl or boy, nobody knows my name
Cause it’s easy wins in Johto
Then you get to Kanto
Anywhere long grass grows
There’ll be Rattata and Pidgey
Mama, just caught Axew,
Accidentally used my last Master Ball on a Sandshrew,
Mama, journey’s just begun,
But now I’ve gone and thrown them all away,
Didn’t mean to beat Darkrai,
If ive not challenged Red this time tomorrow,
Save and quit, save and quit,
Cause nothing beats a battle…
Too late, I’m out of steps,
Sent out of safari zone,
Must beat Koga on my own,
Goodbye Ariados, Nuzlocking Gold,
Gotta leave you in a box and see this through…
I should’ve used Fly,
I sometimes wish I’d never picked Bulbasaur…
I see a little shadow on the Driftveil bridge
Skarmory! Skarmory! Should I teach it Flash Cannon?
Thunder bolting Raikou
Very very flighty thing!
Nidorino! Ludicolo! Nidorino! Ludicolo! Roselia Audino!
I’m just a young boy, somebody battle me,
He’s just a 10 year old with a cool Pikachu,
Spare him from school and responsibility!
Sleepy snorlax on the pier, will you let me through?
Used Mean Look! No! It will not let you run(let you run!)
Used Mean Look! It will not let you run(let you run!)
Used Mean Look! It will not let you run
let you run!
will not let you run
Let you run
Will not let you run
Oh Giratina, Giratina, Celebi and Keldeo!
Electabuzz! Has team rocket got a place for me? For me? For me?
So you think you can stop me and look in my eye,
Send your Pokemon out and I’ll send out mine?
Don’t do this to me Gary
Just gotta get out, just gotta get out of this cave
If I could just have one, maybe an Eevee,
It’s always been our dream,
I know that it’s my destiny…
Work by Jason Padgett, a man with Acquired Savant Syndrome who now sees all of reality as mathematical fractals describable by equations.
The beauty of numbers and their connection to the pure geometry of space time and the universe is shown in his fractal diagrams…He is currently studying how all fractals arise from limits and how E=MC2 is itself a fractal. When he first started drawing he had no traditional math training and could only draw what he saw as math. Eventually a physicist saw his drawings and helped him get traditional mathematics training to be able to describe in equations the complex geometry of his drawings. He is currently a student studying mathematics in Washington state where he is learning traditional mathematics so he can better describe what he sees in a more traditional form. Many of the captions were written before he had any traditional math training. His drawing of E=MC^2 is based on the structure of space time at the quantum level and is based on the concept that there is a physical limit to observation which is the Planck length. It shows how at the smallest level, the structure of space time is a fractal…So sit back and enjoy the beauty of naturally occuring mathematics in pure geometric form connecting E=MC2 (energy) to art. All are HAND DRAWN using only a pencil, ruler and compass.