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Sweet Seals For You, Always

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
i don't do bad sauce passes
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Stranger Things
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Three Goblin Art
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
trying on a metaphor
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@bewarethelightswitch
Meirl
finding out people dont usually add numbers by first adding something to make a ten (for example 7+6= 7 plus 3 is 10 plus another 3 is 13) & that its actually an adhd thing is the WILDEST shit literally ive lived like 10 years (or however old i was when i learned to add and stuff) thinking thats how everyone does it. what the fuck
What
It’s also an autism thing, apparently.
W H A T
Oh yeah! This is also part of why autistic people/people with adhd struggle in math classes. Our brains process math and numbers in a totally different way. Many people on the spectrum struggle with the “show your work” part of math because we can’t exactly tell you why it works/how it works. We just kinda do it
WHAAAAAAAT fuckin no wonder
lord of the flies is a depressing and violent book but its also so fucking funny when you think about it like. in a meta way. the author was a teacher at an all-boys school that hated every kid he taught and was SO sick of the ‘brit kids go on adventures’ genre that he wrote a full-length novel about them absolutely LOSING it and also every kid in the book was based off a kid in his class. like if that isnt the most hilarious shit ever
I’m so glad I’m alive to read these headlines
There is a phrase used to describe people, often strangers, as “ships passing in the night.” The phrase is meant to describe how fleeting the intersection of two lives can be, how briefly people we don’t know can flicker in and out of our lives.
But when I read about the Titanic, I think we can push the phrase further. Because sometimes, as you pass another ship in the night, you may hear a cry in the dark. A person in danger. A shout for help. Distress rockets and SOS signals wailing into the night. A stranger in crisis.
And in those fleeting moments as your ship passes theirs, you get to make the choice- are you the Californian, the closest ship to the Titanic, which saw the distress rockets and saw the lights on the horizon and sat and did nothing; or are you the Carpathia, turning on a dime, pushing all steam to the engines, racing to help.
We can not say for sure what caused the Californian to not help the Titanic in that night of crisis. Whether is was apathy or incompetence or fear, we don’t know.
But we know that every single soul who survived the Titanic survived because of the Carpathia. Because the crew and the passengers of that ship raced nearly 60 miles through ice fields above their maximum speed in the dead of night, readying life boats, readying triage, to pull them from the water.
So, yes, we are ships passing in the night, and when given the chance to turn away or do good, always err on the side of reckless compassion.
@miss-pyrrha-nikos-isms
(Well, isn’t that just splendid imagery?)
(I entirely agree with the sentiment, but hats off to the writer in that regard as well.)
Thanks!
Oh my gosh, I’m crying over a boat analogy.
To be honest, I get teary everytime I read about the Carpathia.
Today is master-class: how to paint a cat
life is back pain
i once heard a scientist in a documentary about evolution refer to the human spine as an “architectural nightmare” and then procede to explain why every back is a bad back. it was so validating.
I adjusted my bra straps wrong one day and I’ve been in a ridiculous amount of pain for the past week.
flirting in the 21st century
Update:
Flip your phone upside down
worth it
I’m high rn and I just experienced pure joy
Edward, to Bella: you’re the reason I have something to fight for. a family.
the Cullens, who put up with his emo ass for over a hundred years: damn, fuck us I guess
This has the same energy as Edward saying he’s never seen a vampire control their thirst for blood as well as Bella does, when Carlisle’s been flexing his impeccable control for centuries
R.I.P. Stan Lee (December 28, 1922 – November 12, 2018)
“This note was left on the gate at the water this afternoon. No name or number left but whoever you are, rest assured your rose is in place in the middle of the lake.”
the entire term has been this confusing and chaotic
The staff of The Onion are just growing cobwebs at this point
NORMALIZE the thing that looks like an old man living in your basement
DESTIGMATIZE the act of closing your vent to stop his dry whispering– which you cannot tell whether it is random or directed at you– from reaching you
ROMANTICIZE the idea of counting the number of stairs he climbs each night and praying he never makes it to the top
GUYS THIS IS SO IMPORTANT
we HAVE to let people know its okay to experience:
being repulsed by the putrid smell of his bile
feeling sick when seeing your grandparents because of the thing in your basement
locking your bedroom door even though you know it wouldnt be enough to stop him
letting your faucets run for a few seconds every morning because ever since he arrived more and more of your tap water had come out black as ink
knowing exactly what he looks like even though the only time you ever saw him was your first encounter with him at your uncle’s funeral when you were 6
questioning why youre the only one who remembers your dog
why cant anyone else remember your dog
what happened to your dog
oh my god i can still hear him whimpering downstairs some nights
i dont know if its actually him or just that thing taunting me