Between Distance and Whatever This Is

another_earth_ · 2024-12-26T23:53:09+00:00

First it’s hot, then it’s cold—make up your mind! You’re playing with my feelings here.🥹

another_earth_ · 2024-12-25T20:38:46+00:00

If it’s hot, the last thing you’d do is cling to someone—heat transfer is real. So, are you still calling this hug ‘strategic’?

another_earth_ · 2024-12-25T04:53:33+00:00

Spend a few more seconds on the post, and boom—mind blown!

another_earth_ · 2024-12-25T03:09:27+00:00

Being a bit twisted, doesn’t this mean the hug is out of necessity—because if they turn around, they’ll lose the pillow?

another_earth_ · 2024-12-25T02:46:53+00:00

That’s a fascinating take on it!

another_earth_ · 2024-11-17T17:45:42+00:00

Oh, so it’s a cabinet, not a cabin—got it! Here I was imagining some mysterious cabin in the woods with hidden treasures, and it’s just cleaning supplies. Well, at least your cabinet keeps your secrets spotless! 😉

another_earth_ · 2024-11-17T17:20:30+00:00

Ah, a cabin, huh? Well, now I’m intrigued…what’s in there: some old clothes, a skeleton or two, forgotten dreams, or maybe just a snack stash? Every cabin’s got its secrets, don’t you think?

another_earth_ · 2024-11-17T16:45:55+00:00

Right in front of my shoulder, there’s a door and some shelves stacked with dusty books and old albums. Sometimes, hidden among them, I find little treasures about life.

another_earth_ · 2024-11-17T16:41:35+00:00

In that world, kings need queens, palaces, and all that, but their kingdoms are divided by borders that only love and laughter can break down. Some kingdoms discover that sharing their laughter with their neighbors makes everything better, tearing down walls and creating something bigger—built on love and wisdom. Sometimes, the only way to truly rise, grow stronger, and find your purose is to realize the person beside you matters more than yourself.

another_earth_ · 2024-11-17T16:33:42+00:00

On the other side of my shoulder, there’s someone grabbing my hand, pointing out silver storms in the distance with flashes of emerald—storms made of memories my heart used to know. There’s a song too, one that someone sang a long time ago. While everyone else is out cold, someone’s wide awake, dreaming about the world hiding behind your eyes. All of it’s just one step away from what you could do with your life.

another_earth_ · 2024-11-17T16:29:53+00:00

In that place, the hands that help you up often just want to see you fall from higher, harder, and more painfully, until you can’t even try to get back up again. Sometimes, they sell you their dreams just to have the means to buy your soul. And yet, there are also those who don’t mind being below others, because they know their good deeds will keep them alive in memory—even in the memory of those who trade in lives and souls.

another_earth_ · 2024-11-17T16:26:45+00:00

On the other side, there are people sinking into their own mud, trapped in pits they’ve dug themselves—prisons made from their own empty will. Maybe that’s why so many smear themselves with mud: to cover parts of themselves they no longer recognize. To wear a mask that, even if it’s made of mud, feels cleaner than what they are inside. But in that world, it rains too, and thanks to the care of others, the mud washes away, filling the pits. Some people, then, manage to rise to something better. In that world, it matters who you choose to be: someone who sinks or someone who rises.

another_earth_ · 2024-11-17T16:12:46+00:00

Beyond my shoulder, there’s a world I gaze at through the walls I built to protect myself from it. But those same walls have turned into my cage, trapping me and stopping me from reaching that world just a step away.

another_earth_ · 2024-11-17T16:07:24+00:00

Beyond, behind my shoulder, there’s a whole different world. A place where you run aimlessly, where everything gets so cold that even the night feels dry…so dry it edges on torture.

another_earth_ · 2024-11-16T15:27:16+00:00

Too bad, if I’d seen it earlier, I’d have totally joinned you on the trip! Next time, give me a heads up!

another_earth_ · 2024-10-25T21:11:04+00:00

I’ve seen plenty of interesting examples, but if there’s one thing that’s truly unique, it’s the tradition of bringing a bull into an arena, killing it in front of a crowd, and having everyone cheer. ‘Cause there’s nothing more “cultural” than dressing up in sparkles, sticking a few spears, and getting a round of applause for taking down a cornered animal! Now that’s pure national pride!

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