(i’ll put a real title here later, i promise)

I am a small dragon who hoards memes and other shiny things.

[generic-internet-name]

talking like point-and-click game narration to the bugs in my room

[generic-internet-name]

you can't get out that way!

[generic-internet-name]

that's not very helpful.

[generic-internet-name]

maybe the open window will help.

[generic-internet-name]

try the open window instead.

[slewfootwitch]

The thing about radical kindness (or any kindness, for that matter) is that there are going to be times when someone or something makes you regret it. There are going to be times when you show someone empathy and grace that they don't "deserve". There are going to be times when someone takes that kindness and uses it against you. The world doesn't magically transform into a perfect place when you decide to choose kindness and people will take advantage of it. People will continue to be shitty.

But the thing is...that's not a flaw of kindness. That's not a you problem. That's a them problem. People who are happy with themselves and their lives don't go out of their way to misuse someone's kindness or grace. The "normal" response to kindness or empathy is not to find a way to exploit it. People who are happy with themselves don't look for ways to hurt people for no reason. Kindness will never be the problem. No matter what some shitty person decides to do with it. It should go without saying not to be a doormat, yes. Don't allow people to treat you badly just for the sake of being kind. But also don't let shitty people make you bitter because of how they treated you when you were kind.

[mynocturnality]

Pyrohiv Museum, Kyiv.

[thingsic]

[screamting]

in modern day it's very easy to look at batman and be like "WHAT was this guy doing. Insane choice. You do NOT have to fight crime this way" but then you learn literally anything about the US in 1900-1939 and you're like "oh a batman terrifying people would have actually for real improved the situation"

[circusheart]

it's always some sort of day of the week

[cultivating-wildflowers]

“it’s like all hits all the time” I say of the playlist I curated specifically for this event (I just skipped five songs in a row)

[woolandflax]

[thethirdromana]

The worst types of cookbook:

The Ottolenghi - it is vital that you use 1g of this very expensive ingredient. It comes from a 500g bag with a one-week shelf life.

The time machine - 15-minute recipe! First, leave to marinate overnight...

The dishwasher - one-pot recipe! Now decant your ingredients and wipe out your pot. And again. And again. And again.

The optimist - cook the onions until caramelised (2 minutes).

The kindergarten teacher - get one nommable little tree of broccoli and bosh that into boiling water. Delish!

The brand names only - ingredients: Ritz crackers, Philadelphia cheese, Cool Whip, orange Jell-o...

The 1950s palate - use one (1) clove of garlic and a small pinch of chili flakes (omit if preferred).

The why bother with a cookbook - to make beans on toast, gently heat a tin of beans and put on top of freshly buttered toast.

[hometoursandotherstuff]

[justsomeguycore]

starting to think some of us are too good at “do it alone”. maybe we should try “do it with someone we’re not already 100% sure we’d be really great friends with just to build a potential towards that friendship”

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Scheherazade stay with me when I've nothing left to give, when my engine's running empty and I hate the way I live. Antigone abandoned me the day I wouldn't die, so Scheherazade stay with me, won't you teach me how to lie?

Scheherazade don't leave me here, there must be some escape, I caught you spinning shadows, watched as you forswore your fate. The truest of all falsehoods and the oldest of all tales: a girl can weave a grave-shroud that will walk her out the grave.

Scheherazade you taught me well, sharp tongue and empty hands, how to lose a world each evening, how to twist a crimson strand, past jewel caves and warnings, and things that run in threes 'til the ceiling's painted brightly and my lungs still know to breathe.

The bedroom's full of stories piled up against the wall and I'd drag them all down with me if I thought they'd break my fall. Scheherazade, you laughed, I think, when slipping from the pyre for no one loves an oracle, but all will trust a liar.

[anxeious]

[vendetta06]

dang I gotta do something with my life

*does nothing* *does nothing* *does nothing* *does nothing*

[thehmn]

One of the most dramatic yet funny things that has ever happened to me was when I lived in Korsør, a town divided by a drawbridge.

You always had to leave early for your job just in case a ship appeared and the bridge went up. One early morning I was the only person walking towards the bridge. No cars, no bikes or other pedestrians. In the distance I saw a ship so I started power walking, hoping I’d make it in time. Then the boom barrier came down right in front of me and I saw the bridge slowly start to rise. Disappointed I stopped, already trying to imagine what I’d tell my boss.

Then I heard a click coming from the bridge operator’s tower, looked up to see him poke his head out just before he yelled

“RUN!!!”

And I did. I immediately ducked under the boom and sprinted, feeling the bridge rumble under my feet and jumped over the gab that was forming at the end.

When I landed safely on the other side I waved up at him and he gave me a thumbs up.

That was my tiny slice of action movie at 5 in the morning in a sleepy town. God bless that dramatic bridge operator.

[mantisshrinp]

[catrinecat]

It’s beautiful

[wovi]

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the ladies’ home journal, sept 1948