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listening to:
dark & wild (album) - bts
redred and joyride - cortis
777 - joji
im completely addicted to Open Link in New Tab
if Open Link in New Tab is wrong then baby i dont want to be right
would you rather be able to
understand (read, write and speak fluently) any human language (dead or alive)
teleport (guaranteed safely) anywhere on earth
The archeologist when I email them the entire Bee Movie script translated into Linear A (I have created the dumbest possible Rosetta Stone)
Not trying to sound like a boomer but going to an art museum for the first time in a minute is wild because like... (visual) art really does hit different when its not on a tiny screen the size of your palm
There's research that says art in person can affect us by triggering introspection because the phyiscal light and shadows hitting the texture of a painting changes the image and the experience in a way that printed or screen viewed art can not replicate. It's said that the minor shifts in those details is experienced by the brain in a way that mimics primal reactions to motion in wilderness that might alert us to movement in the woods, for example, that would directly affect our ability to survive.
So like yea, paintings in person, they do stuff. They make us feel aware of ourselves in a way that a flat screen just can't, and they remind us that we are human beings.
that's so cool! I wasn't thinking of realism specifically in the first post, but this reminds me how I've definitely felt that realistic oil paintings, landscapes especially, capture light and atmosphere in a way that even the most skilled photographers haven't gotten to yet. Ultimately because our sight as we experience it isn't just two lenses, but the way our brain puts together details, memories, expectations, patterns, etc to make a scene, which no lense will ever be able to capture. Like, I can see a nice photo print and think "oh, nice mountains" but I don't get the feeling of actually being there. Seeing old masters depict places I've been to and have been relatively unchanged is so special.
(Painting above by Thomas Moran, a Yellowstone scene)
quora is one of the most terrifying social networks on earth which i think is why all the most powerful posters can be found there
bless this woman Bonnie Wingate. this little piece of short nonfiction brings tears to my eyes every time i stop to read it through
giving up on explaining my sexuality to people. I know what I like
ok so i accidentally posted about bts on main fml
I saw so many tweets of armys sharing about how JKās recent live inspired them to do something difficult like quit a bad habit and I hope BTS is seeing this because itās so important that they remember that being real is the best way for them to inspire us
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day! Consider this your peer-reviewed reminder. ā¤ļø
(losing a trinket important to me): itās just plastic. Itās just material. Someone else will find it and itāll brighten up their day. If i really want to i can replace it. Loss is natural in love. Life isnāt fair and iāll tear up earth and sky if i knew i could find you again under the covers of my pillows. But like, itās $16.67 to replace. Iām okay.
you have to realize that you CAN keep everything perfect and safe, but youāll never get to fully enjoy them. Sweaters get stretched. Stuffed animals get worn. Earrings get lost. and love turns to grief. If i want to be happy, i have to know that sadness is the little brother who holds her hand.
Nvm. Trinket was found and iām now keeping it locked up forever so i canāt ever lose it again
LOVE when a rapper ends a line with kind of a weird phrase and iām like okay whatās the plan here, and then they reveal that they were playing 6d linguistics chess to set up the perfect rhyme for ārodya raskolnikovā or āthe treaty of nankingā or something like that. and i lose my entire mind
when i younger i had a crush on a radio tower. like, a specific one. he was my tall red-eyed loverboy and every day on the way to and from school i would take comfort in the fact that my love was watching over me like a guardian angel. at one point he started appearing in my dreams as a many-voiced winged being of wires and dials. honestly i still think younger me had taste, but i know i'm mentally ill now so i can usually rationalize my way out of simping for a broadcast pylon.
you know you're cooked when you have gmail opened up several times on multiple windows
these days i'm more embarrassed to come out as an army than admitting to being bi. both are bad though. both are bad.