death

There is something so dauntingly beautiful about the word death. It is a term that means the end, but I do not think that is entirely true. I do not believe in god or heaven and hell, but I believe that the soul lives on. They protect and look over their loved ones. The souls of our lost ones can be seen in the cotton candy sunsets or in little insects that fly onto our shirts.

Death is sad, very sad, but it can also be something to appreciate. I can find peace that my grandfather’s body is laid to rest, no longer having to fight the arduous battle of poisonous cancer, but instead, his soul is with us whenever we gather as a family to eat. I can find peace that my Grandma Bobby is once again with her husband that passed many years before her. I know that my cousin is fishing with his dog and is enjoying a cold one. I know that my best friend, Little, is enjoying her cat naps in the sun rays that peak through the window panes.

Death still makes me weep and cry, but it also gives me a certain comfort. A comfort that when I or another loved one dies, I know that there will be peace. Whether it is surrounded by family enjoying delicious homecooked meals or by myself relaxing in a tube in Spring Creek, I know that death will be kind.

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home

This is a part of my Home essay for AP English.

I love to read. I read romance, mystery, horror, and post-apocalyptic novels. Every corner of my room is coated in books that scale about halfway up my wall. I have nowhere to put them. 

Ideally, in the future or in another life, I would have a beautiful living room painted white with cream sofas and high ceilings. The windows would take up the majority of the walls, letting sunlight flood the room like maple syrup drizzling over the top of a pancake. There would be a big fireplace that would provide warmth throughout the winter. 

There would be huge bookshelves that would match the size of the redwoods outside, filled with stories and characters. Hundreds of different realities would exist in that room. Making me feel as though mine is not nearly as big as I like to think. There would be many different places that I could settle for the day as I crawl into an alternate universe. Plants would perch around the room granting oxygen and life. 

My kitchen would be dark green with walnut counters and an antique stained glass chandelier glowing amongst the space. Windows in the kitchen would open letting in the warm evening air that swept across the orchards outside. My bedroom would have a huge fluffy white bed that would swallow me with sheer curtains that would flow like waves merging with the sand. 

Trees would shower the land surrounding my home creating a never-ending forest. A place where my mind could drift endlessly. My yard would have an old pool like the ones in Italy, they are like springs built with mossy stone that hold countless memories. 

I would have a big dining room with a long table that way every person I love has a seat. A large wooden record player would sit atop a mid-century modern cabinet. All of my favorite songs would echo throughout the walls that held me up.

I dream of a place that is serene and isolated from the business that infests the world. A place where my mind can slow and breathe the air that roams across the surface of the earth. A place where the world can be perceived similar to the way it once was before humans imprinted on it. I dream of a place where I can take a deep breath because I feel at ease rather than anxious. 

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Beauty in my Backyard

I think humans have developed this extraordinary ability to ignore the minuscule. We go about our everyday lives without paying any attention to the little joys all around us.

Thoreau, the Transcendentalist philosopher we are studying in English class, spent a great length of time at Walden Pond. He took up residence in a ramshackle house which he refused to upkeep and lived the most simple of lives out in the wilderness. Though I do not believe myself capable of his feat (I would grow lonely within a week), I admire his efforts to console nature for advice.

The other day, I was laying in a hammock when I spotted so many tiny insects in the soil around me. Within a two-foot radius, I saw green bugs crawling up blades of grass, ladybugs munching on leaves, and a huge number of ants scurrying over the dirt. It was beautiful. I guess I had never before considered how much life there was in my back garden.

They are always here – the little sources of beauty – whether they come from nature or another. We are just so used to turning a blind eye and a deaf ear. We have let ourselves become distracted by materialism, work, or responsibility so that we overlook one of the best parts of life: the details. I want to open my eyes and ears again and appreciate every last grain of sand, a speck of dust, snowflake, and ladybug.

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frog and scorpion

famous fable I like:

One day, a scorpion wanted to cross a river, so it approached a frog for help. “I’d like to,” the frog said, “but if I let you get on my back, you’ll sting me.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t!” the scorpion said, “that would only kill us both.”

And so the frog let the scorpion onto its back. They swam out into the river, and once they reached the middle, the scorpion stung the frog. The frog called out “Why did you do that? Now we’ll both die!” The scorpion said, “it’s in my nature.” And so they sunk.

“But can’t you resist your own nature?” The frog pleaded, “you could have at least waited to sting me once we crossed the river and on land!”

“Ah,” the scorpion said, “but this is guaranteed to work. You can’t blame me for being a profiteer.”

“No” the frog retaliated, “now you haven’t just done something stupid, but you’re also too afraid of apologizing. You’ve convinced yourself that profiteering off greed is the way of the world- but you’re wrong because the world isn’t fundamentally unfair, the world is just full of creatures that make it so. You’re the problem, convincing yourself that everything is futile so you can give into your cynical impulses.”

“Just apologize and I’ll forgive you, even now, even at the end.” The frog said. “Oh, I never apologize” The scorpion replied, “it’s not in my nature.”

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Poppi The Opossum

So there’s this baby opossum named Poppi who I’m obsessed with. She was rescued by @opossumsinspire on Instagram and she’s the most perfect little creature that ever existed. I’ll just show you her. You’ll understand.

Photo by @opossumsinspire on Instagram

This picture was the first one Poppi posted. It’s my screensaver. Sometimes I just stare at this picture. I love her bulging eyes and her limp toes. She looks huge here but she’s actually tiny. You’ll see it in the next picture.

Photo by @opossumsinspire on Instagram

Every joey needs a mama’s back to ride on. Even if it’s not a typical opossum mom. I love how scruffy she is.

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Poppi’s tail features in this photo. Her little black birthmark on it is adorable. I love her so much.

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One word: TEETH. I can’t.

Photo by @opossumsinspire on Instagram

She’s literally perfect. Look at those toes. Look at that face.

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Poppi is the best at Uno. That’s the face of someone who has three +4 cards in her hand.

Now that you’ve got Poppi fever, my work is done. Go check out @opossumsinspire on Instagram.

Vignette

This is a vignette I wrote over the summer at a creative writing camp I attended. Enjoy.

Syracuse wound through the maze of a prison, following behind his human who led him by the reins. He kept catching Riven’s eye beside him, but neither of them dared to snuffle or neigh to each other for fear of alerting the things their humans feared to their presence. Their humans seemed anxious enough just from the quiet clacking of their hooves on the concrete.

The deformed humans in the cells stared, but were unable to vocalize in any way. The gouges and scars covering their faces were horrifying even without their monstrous, misshapen bodies, so Syracuse tried to keep his eyes anywhere but on those creepy humans. Riven’s skin twitched when something skittered behind him and brushed against his fetlocks, but he did his best to remain calm so he wouldn’t set off his human.

The ground gradually shifted from concrete, to bricks, to carpeted floor. Syracuse and Riven’s hooves were nearly silent on the carpet, and they stared up in wonder as the scenery around them changed to reveal a room bigger than their stable with gold-embellished bookshelves lining every wall from floor to ceiling. However, no matter how much they wanted to explore, their humans kept tugging at them fretfully and they ended up hurrying through the room without being able to get close enough to see a single book title.

Syracuse and Riven were led through several more halls that seemed like they were part of a residency wing of the castle. After what felt like eons to them, their humans brought them up to a massive set of oak doors.

Riven’s human stepped up and pulled one door open. Despite how immense they were, the hinges were perfectly greased and made no noise as the door swung in and flooded the dark entryway with blinding light.

Syracuse and Riven squinted into the sun as their humans took them outside. When their sensitive eyes finally adjusted, they had to stop to gaze upon the gorgeous, sprawling mountains and sheer, marble cliff sides.

Their humans pulled at the reins again, urging on the horses with clucking noises and kisses, and Syracuse and Riven reluctantly moved. They were led down a winding path, and when the road straightened out again, their humans stopped them so that they could mount.

There was no more time to admire the views once their humans were on their backs. Heels dug into their ribs as the humans nudged them into full gallops to get as far from the dreadful castle as they could.

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More Opossums

Look at these opossums.

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He’s a baby. Shut up, he doesn’t need anyone’s opinions.

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He’s so thicc. Look at that face. Give him your soul or else.

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Happy late Mother’s Day. You’ll never be cuter than this mom. She’s perfect.

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Teefs. That’s all.

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The tiny toes and weird worm tail? Perfection.

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I have to live knowing I’ll never be as happy as this opossum. Shoot me.

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He’s so concerned over the oranges being spilled… I’m going to cry.

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No one will ever love me as much as I love this opossum. Nothing even matters.

Sorry for getting emo on y’all. Opossums give me so many emotions.

I’m Obsessed With Opossums

Everyone be quiet because I’m here to talk about opossums again. I’m not taking any criticisms at this time or any time.

Photo credit: whis_kurrs on Instagram

LOOK AT HIM. HE GRABS THE PIZZA. I’M IN LOVE.

My mom reads these posts so I’m not allowed to curse on them but HECKING LOOK AT HIM. HE IS PERFECT. HE HAS NEVER DONE A SINGLE THING WRONG IN HIS LIFE.

His name is Pep and I want to cuddle him so badly. Literally, I’m in love.

Anyways yeah. I saw an opossum and needed to post about him. That’s all.

I’m screaming and sobbing and passing away currently. I love opossums so much.

Opossum Accounts to Follow on Instagram

Here I am, writing about opossums again. You’re going to read it and like it.

Anyone who knows me in real life knows that my Instagram story is literally just a million opossum posts that I’ve reposted from accounts I follow. Due to some questioning from friends, I will be recommending opossum accounts to follow. They range from meme accounts to rescue accounts, and they aren’t ranked in any order. Enjoy.

hanktheopossum

Hank is an opossum who lives in captivity. I’m not sure if he’s disabled or can’t live in the wild for some other reason, but he’s very cute.

Photo credit: hanktheopossum on Instagram

seymourtheopossum

Seymour is a disabled opossum who’s very loved by his family. He recently got the cutest baby brother ever named Mooney.

Photo credit: seymourtheopossum on Instagram

hubertthepossum

Hubert is another opossum who lives with humans. She’s adorable.

Photo credit: hubertthepossum on Instagram

possum.sauce

This account posts (mostly wholesome) opossum memes. I like them.

Meme credit: possum.sauce on Instagram

possum.mood

This account draws very cute cartoon opossums and draws opossum memes. Their merch is super cute.

Drawing credit: possum.mood on Instagram

avec.possum

This account belongs to a person who owns and raises many opossums! Astrid likes to wear stylish outfits, and the new babies’ Cabbage and Sauerkraut are so sweet. They have an Amazon wishlist linked in their bio, so definitely go get them something to help with raising the babies if you have money to spare!

Photo credit: avec.possum on Instagram

itsmesesame

I’ve used this account’s opossum pictures in several of my other posts. They have the cutest opossums and merch. Definitely go check them out.

Photo credit: itsmesesame on Instagram

beelovespossums

This account makes really funny opossums memes. A lot of them are remakes of other memes, but with opossums. I really like this genre of opossum memes.

Photo credit: littlemoonsgrove on Instagram

Meme credit: beelovespossums on Instagram

littlemoonsgrove

This account is one of my favorites. They just got in a litter of joeys (baby opossums), and they’re just the fluffiest, most delightful little things. They also have merch and an Amazon wishlist, and getting stuff from or for them would definitely help them out with all their joeys.

Photo credit: littlemoonsgrove on Instagram

Those are some opossum accounts you definitely have to check out! I love all of them and see their posts every day on my feed, not to mention that I post almost every opossum post I see on my story. Go check out my other opossum blog posts for some information about opossums that’ll get you hooked on them for sure!