It's Thursday, we're still here somehow, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
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It's Thursday, we're still here somehow, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
Here we are with more of my micropoetry!
Woo! (Lol.)
I have absolutely no idea where the first one, in particular, came from - it was just one of those things that wouldn't leave me alone, y'know?
And the best way to deal with that is to get it out and into the world, in my experience!
It's also written partially in my accent (which is why it's don' le' instead of don't let,) because it just didn't feel right written in full - I don't know why, I think it threw the rhythm off or something *shrugs*
And the other poem I've got for you this month is a haiku.
- Just because, really 😅
As always, for those using text readers, the poetry is in the alt-text of the graphics.
Line breaks are marked with a /
'Three in the morning is never the time to try and sort out your life.'
- Matt Haig, Reasons To Stay Alive
Most of us have been there - it's a ridiculous time in the night, you're utterly shattered, and you're still trying to get things done.
You inevitably make a mistake -
because you should be sleeping
- and you decide that your entire life is a sh**-show, and you need to leave everything you know behind and move to the mountains and breed chinchillas or something equally random.
(...Unless that's a long-held ambition of yours, in which case don't let me stop ya!)
'“I think you’re right. It looks nice on you,” Vanya offers, a small smile curling on her lips when Klaus lights up.'
Argh the bitter-sweet angsty cuteness here!!!!!!!!!!!!!
AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*ahem*
This fic got me in the feelings, OK? 😅
It's Thursday, this is Dora Reads, let's get some comics-y superhero-y goodness!
Everything this week is in the 'Other Stuff' category - #BlameLoki
January was the perfect example of pandemic time
- it simultaneously lasted five minutes and three thousand years.
(Not that my experience of time as a concept ever manages to be one speed, but this is especially marked.)
So, this is 2022.
...I feel like it's best not to tempt fate by saying any more than that 😅
(Warning: this post discusses Covid 19 (which you probably guessed from the title), death, and grief)
As I write this post, Boris Johnson is still prime minister of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland (to give us our long and official title.)
Who knows whether he'll be prime minister by the time this post goes live, but for now he is prime minister.
He should not be.
I don't pretend to be able to predict the future - I think we've all given up on trying to foresee what comes next - but I hope he resigns.
As he should have done already. So many times over.