When I dress in business/formal clothing, people tell me that I look nice. This is only because they don’t know what I can do with a leather belt and a silk tie.
Crows are scary
- use tools
- Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
- Have huge brains for birds
- like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
- They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
- they are scary smart at solving puzzles
- some ravens stay with their mates until one of them dies
- they can remember faces
- SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT. They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows. Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag. But the nice guys with masks they left alone. THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight. THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
- They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
Guys I’m really scared of crows now.
Also, if you harass, attack, or scare a crow or crows. They will remember you FOR LIFE. Yes, for life. They don’t give a shit you if threw a rock at them when you were 8. They will remember you forever. I’m glad crows aren’t around where I live. *phew*
or you could just be nice to the crows maybe
I’ve noticed I have a lot of friends that are down lately, because of how the people they were emotionally involved with have been treating them. I got bit by the arts and crafts bug and decided to do a little something to remind them that I believe in them, and that they’re worth fighting for.
I just wish I was a bit better at visual arts, though I like how this turned out. I took printer paper and dyed it with coffee, which I think is pretty neat, and I really like how the paper turned out.
I believe in you. You are worth fighting for.
Have you ever heard the sound of water running over rocks, murmuring, as it runs through tree roots and carrying leaves with it? It’s incredible to me. The sound, the look, and the culmination of incredible coincidences it represents.
For water to run in a stream, it must come down a mountain. For it to come down the mountain, it must first come down onto the mountain, which means it had to have come down from a cloud. For water to exist in a cloud, it must first evaporate in the sun, from an ocean, a lake, or any number of places. For water to get to the ocean or a lake, it needs to either rain down or come from a river or stream. In the middle of this cycle are a million different possibilities and steps which may complicate the process. Water may become frozen for hundreds, thousands, or even millions of years at either of the earth’s frozen poles. It might be consumed by a thirsty human, and rejoin the cycle through a sewage system. It’s different atoms may combine with other atoms and become something altogether different, and one day become water again.
Water goes through this cycle constantly. It has gone through the cycle to an infinite degree, through these infinite possibilities until it perfectly comes down a mountain, trickles over roots and rocks in such a way that it’s weight creates a rhythmic, percussive sound, which vibrates the air which enters your ear, and delivers the lovely sound that a creek or stream has.
You are one out of the billions of people on earth, your very own single edition, born to two single edition people, surrounded by more absolute individuals. The variables in your life are infinite, and more exponentially so due to your ability to choose your path in life. The person you are is an astronomical combination of infinite factors, controlled only by you. The person you exist as is a miracle. You could be anyone in the world, but you are the only person you can ever be at any given moment.
The sound of your existence is musical, and beautiful. Your life echoes with divinity. The steps you take, the feet you take them with, the eyes you view your life with, all were preordained by chance, absolute intention, and the world around you and that surrounded your ancestors. Your life is sacred. Your breath is sacred. See your divinity as it also exists in others. Refuse to stop seeing it in the mirror, and the hearts of those around you. Refuse to be seen as anything less, as you are special.
I love you, believe in you, and know that you will do great things.
—Latch (WOLFMAN Remix)
This is my remix of Latch, originally by Disclosure and Sam Smith. I hope you enjoy it!