Bloody Year


So, I was lying in bed at midnight, on new year’s eve, cursing at the fireworks going off outside.

“It’s just the Roman calendar changing digits guys, what’s the big deal? Some people gotta sleep ya know!” I screamed, internally.

I guess I’m getting old.

Anyhoo, I actually did the “2017” early this year and captioned it, “2017 pls don’t suck” (aaand of course it did), but never got round to posting it. Here’s an updated version, with the red treatment cuz, bloody year.

Happy new year guys. 2017 was ruff. Let’s not do it again mkay.


here, have this


…awesome gif of the dream team, cuz I got nothing today. I hope you’re a Sherlock fan.



Ran through a few trailers for upcoming movies on YouTube and nothing seemed interesting (is anyone else sick of superhero flicks yet? No?? Mmkay), until I found this (via another site). Now this is something I really want to watch.

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Ask the way to the spring

Moving Water by Jalaluddin Rumi

When you do things
from your soul,
you feel a river
moving in you,
a joy.

When actions come
from another section,
the feeling disappears

Don’t let others lead you
They may be blind
or, worse, vultures.

Reach for the rope of God
And what is that?
Putting aside self-will.

Because of willfulness
people sit in jail,
the trapped bird’s wings are tied,
fish sizzle in the skillet.

The anger of police is willfulness.
You’ve seen a magistrate
inflict visible punishment
Now see the invisible.

If you could leave your selfishness,
you would see how
you’ve been torturing your soul

We are born and live inside
black water in a well.
How could we know
what an open field of sunlight is?

Don’t insist on going
where you think you want to go
Ask the way to the spring.
Your living pieces
will form a harmony.

There is a moving palace
that floats in the air
with balconies and
clear water flowing through,
infinity everywhere,
yet contained under a single tent.

Stumbled upon this poem and it really resonated with me, in particular:

Don’t insist on going where you think you want to go. Ask the way to the spring.

Hopefully you, too, may find something of value in it.

Nature Man


Nature Man while traveling through a town witnessed a lightning strike that destroyed the town’s dam. Acting quickly, Nature Man transformed into his super powered state and used his control over electricity, water, love, and earth to divert the flood and save the town. However, no one saw Nature Man save the town so he simply returned to his normal form after saving the day and left without seeking glory or fame.

I lol-ed, but then realised this would happen in a realistic superhero movie.