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Please please please don’t be weird I don’t wanna write a DNI
honey is the only food product that never spoils. there are pots of honey that are over five thousand years old and still completely edible
i also want to point out we know it tastes the same even after thousands of years b/c archaeologists who discovered two thousand year old honey tasted it. presumably right after they looked at each other and went “what the hell here goes nothing”
I’m pretty sure they also identify human remains by taste. Archaeologists are straight up freaks.
No, no no… you identify bone from rock or other substances by touching it to your tongue. If it sticks, it’s bone. The taste itself has nothing to do with it. And most archaeologists won’t lick human bones if they know they’re human.
…and I realize that doesn’t actually do much to prove archaeologists aren’t freaks.
mai nam is jane and wen i dig i fynde some roks both smol and big i put my tung upon the stone for science yes i lik the bone
I’m sitting with a bunch of archaeologists and we just laughed so hard we CRIED we’re getting tshirts with this on them
I will never ever get tired of seeing bredlik poems. It is really one of the seminal art forms of the century. I am not being sarcastic.Â
If I ever don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead and archaeologists are licking my bones.
the next day after exerting myself too much because i felt good for once
If I was saint Peter for a day I’d send everyone who’s called Nevada “nevaahduh” to hell.
i have a suggestion
Why would I go on tinder when I have the delusional belief that my ex might take me back???
I love being lightweight bc it means I get to get drunk on very tame drinks
Like the flavor
Finally.
Fuck my stupid bubble life I fucking hate it here istg they’d better kick me out faster fuck this fuck this fuck this
Baka moment!! I nearly killed a man (or woman! I don’t discriminate!) because I couldn’t find my lipstick. Worry not my dear disciples, I found it :3
Pizza for dinner. It’s really the simple things that stronk my jonk I tell you what
Alpine Ibexes climb nearly 90 degree angles to lick salt deposits of of mountainsides. They crave that mineral.
Why is this back on my dash in 2018
Thank god this is back on my dash in 2018
Who’s a good boy?
THIS is a GIMMICK BLOG!! My GIMMICK is FORGETTING to take MY MEDICATION!!
I may be mental but confusing that for stupidity will be your last mistake.
We can wax poetic all we want about teamwork and trust and all that nonsense but the moment someone actually needs help, the instant anyone shows a hint of genuine struggle or need for support, we become selfish. We choose to blind ourselves with ourselves instead of realizing that sometimes we must put ourselves into uncomfortable situations for the greater good. The moment the opportunity to have integrity rears its head we instead choose to turn tail and run. Cowardice, really, is the biggest virtue in the modern military. We recite vows and values while crossing our fingers behind our backs. Every man for himself doesn’t even begin to describe it. Every man against eachother, maybe. Corruption runs deep, just like any other part of the government. The truly morally bankrupt are the ones who thrive.
"The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded. sometimes destroyed."
- Ernest Hemingway