Wh-what do you mean it’s from a birthday cake
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Wh-what do you mean it’s from a birthday cake
We could have been eating him
Watching my toddler figure out how to language is fascinating. Yesterday we were stumped when he kept insisting there was a “Lego winner” behind his bookshelf - it turned out to be a little Lego trophy cup. Not knowing the word for “trophy”, he’d extrapolated a word for “thing you can win”. And then, just now, he held up his empty milk container and said, “Mummy? It’s not rubbish. It’s allowed to be a bottle.” - meaning, effectively, “I want this. Don’t throw it away.” But to an adult ear, there’s something quite lovely about “it’s allowed to be a bottle,” as if we’re acknowledging that the object is entitled to keep its title even in the absence of the original function.
Another good post to read for those writing small human characters.
My son was about three when he came to me in the middle of the day and said, “Mommy, there’s a knight behind the bush.” I thought he meant a toy knight or something. So I follow him outside and he goes, “Listen. Do you hear it? It’s night behind the bush.” It was a cricket. A cricket was standing in the little patch of shade under the bush, chirping. So, my son saw this dark area with accompanying nighttime sounds and decided, okay, well, that is a night right there. Their brains are incredible.
My little bean knows she’s two, constantly saying proudly ‘I’m two!’ And the other day she saw this very frail old lady who looked one foot in the grave, pulled a face and said ‘oh shiiiit. She’s three.’ I almost screamed.
I live in Korea and have a lot of international friends, and the same is true with language barriers in adults.
*Looking at a bowl of pears* “Can you please pass me the… apple’s friend?”
OH SHIT SHE’S THREE
Changing her name, apparently, gave them license to turn a real woman into the fiction that Dylan was most comfortable with.
Arrest everyone involved.
Money saved: maybe a couple million dollars.
People killed: around three quarters of a million.
shoutout to whoever stole my amazon package containing nothing but a single pair of shoelaces.
Stargate sg1 + text posts part 7
(part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (part 4) (part 5) (part 6) (part 8) (part 9)
things to say after fucking up egregiously
pack it up boys we've made a social blunder
let's run that again
one more time normal style
I'm going to become a statistic
further proof god is out to get me
it's because I tore my acl senior year
I couldn't do it for religious reasons
my ex took my talent in the divorce
good thing nobody saw that (said directly to someone who definitely saw it)
the novelty of having pets really does never wear off i’ve had my cat for ten years and i still look at him strolling around like can you believe this. a cat. is everyone seeing this. he’s alive he has bones and all. unbelievable
doomscrolling thru the weather app
after a lifetime of hearing about aragorn but not reading the books or watching the movies, genuinely nothing could have prepared me for his actual introduction. the hobbits picked this man out of a dumpster. he is a textbook softspoken angst prince and he is covered in dirt and he probably smells so bad. he’s the coolest man alive and is so casual about it. his number one skill is Knowing Where They Are and his number two skill is Having A Horrible Destiny That Torments Him. tolkien got it in one i’m afraid aragorn son of arathorn you are the guy of all time
Es is noch nich mal zehn in der früh wieso bin ich so gottlos am schwitzen
WAGE ES JA NICHT.
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It drives me insane that you still regularly get articles treating Elon Musk like a serious thinker and someone whose takes on anything at all should be listened to when he, as the richest man in the world, has murdered hundreds of thousands of the poorest people in the world thus far by killing USAID. The richest man in the world starving the poorest children in the world to death is so evil it feels like a bad movie script, but no one cares. It’s not even in the average person’s mind when you bring up his name, in part because the media just shrugged and will only occasionally mention it as like, one line in an article about him as a mere afterthought.
Musk has done other terrible things, too, but god, this one has a high and increasing body count. It should define his legacy. Every article about his wealth should mention how he not only refuses to use any of it to help people, but he actively cut money that wasn’t even his from providing food and medicine to the poor. But nope. No one cares.
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This is the best tag I've ever received on a post, I think
I love when a meme gets so many steps away from its source material that it would be completely incomprehensible if I didn't know what today's date was
In case you were wondering if painting disco balls with alcohol ink would make the speckles colorful....
Yes. Yes it does.