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@floralscentedlight
*punk anime boy voice* HAAH?
no more stress thanks, i’m full
what did Europeans even do before google maps.
how did y'all find your streets
me: please....please just put signs on them...
The Dublin street layout engineer I've trapped in my basement: if you aren't smart enough to solve my Riddles Three and find the ancient cornerstone, older than your fucking country, upon which I've etched a tiny cipher that, when cracked, reveals what street you're on, then you shouldn't be in fucking Ireland [spits out blood]
Me: I DIDNT EVEN HIT YOU. WHERE DID YOU GET THE BLOOD
There’s a city in Germany, Mannheim, where the city center is laid out on a grid, but instead of naming the roads they named the blocks. So your grocery store might be on block L5. and that refers to, like, the square on the grid paper where the building is, rather than the street on which the building is.
Which like, ok fine. you’d assume the numbers go in order one way, and the letters go in order perpendicular to that.
They do not do that.
fckucking hwhat
Please don't lump us all in with Mannheim. Most of Germany has perfectly serviceable signage.
@useless-germanyfacts back me up here!
what @hinekoakahi said
fairy
Using tumblr is like living in a low class apartment building. You just get used to the landlord not fixing things, and then someone new moves in and you're helpfully like "oh yeah don't drink the tap water, it's got stuff in it that makes you sick" and then your neighbor you've had forever goes "oh they took the stuff out actually" and you're like "what? when was this?"
"like two years ago"
"you mean i could've been drinking the tap water all this time?"
"yeah. they gave us individual mailboxes too finally, you don't have to dig through the communal bin anymore"
"are you for real right now?? i just redirected my mail, i didnt know"
and the new tennant is like "why did you guys even live here if it was so bad"
"we like it."
"I kinda miss the communal mail bin tho"
"the perpetually naked guy got evicted though"
"i know, so sad. he was really gross"
"i mean, his cousin streaks through the commons sometimes and knocks on all the doors"
"oh yeah, hate that guy"
New Person: I just saw this weird guy in the lobby in a really creepy anthropomorphic Pikachu costume??????
Old Resident: yeah we have no idea where that guy came from. We've left messages with maintenance 'bout 'im but-
Other Old Resident: just don't make eye contact and you should be fine.
"what are these strange markings in the paint?"
"Oh! Thats from the crab infestation!"
"The crab infestation?! Wow, glad they got that under control before I moved in."
"Oh, no no, it was an intentional infestation."
"Uh...."
"Yeah, we're hoping they bring the crabs back next year. A lot of us made friends with those crabs."
No, I'm not joking, he doesnt just look like him, I swear to God neil gaiman lives across the hall.
babygirl i can overthink things you’ve never even thought of in your life
nothing like stepping outside while the seasons are changing and suddenly feeling a change in the weather that knocks you back in time by several years
sorry professor I'm going to have to miss class today bc when I walked outside in the morning it was cold and sunny in a very specific way and suddenly I was struck with a nostalgia for years past so vivid and potent that I had to sit down
you can do it
Image description start.
A four-panel comic featuring line drawings of OP, a person with shoulder-length hair and round glasses with loosely-fitted clothes.
1. The text reads, “it’s hard to live in a world that wasn’t build for me.” The drawing shows OP standing with their hands together looking at a point in the distance.
2. The text reads, “when i’m struggling, people tend to say.” Two people are shown talking to OP. One says, “you can do it!” and the other says, “i believe in you!!”
3. The text reads, “i know they’re being nice / but their expectations for me make me feel worse when i fail.” The drawing is a closeup of OP’s head and shoulders. Two empty speech bubbles from other people float by their head, and they are looking down with a sad expression.
4. The text reads, “sometimes, i wish someone would just say / ‘it’s okay that you can’t.’” The drawing shows OP from the shoulders up looking upwards.
Description end.
ADHD
2016
Zhou Wendou
[video description: a short clip showing a large metal sphere in the center of a shallow pool of dark liquid. the same dark liquid is pouring over the sphere, coating it, while windshield wipers installed onto the sphere attempt to wipe it away, only for more liquid to immediately fall and cover the clean spots. end video description.]
I feel distinctly attacked
there’s no way
I’m crying
Our home security system is being updated today, and the guy in charge is just peak Gen Z, no professional fucks given vibe and it’s hysterical.
“I mean, I’m supposed to recommend stuff, like you should probably put a sensor on that window too, but like, that’s really a you decision. I just have to say this stuff out loud so I don’t get sued if you get broken into.”
“So, like, just to clarify, you don’t want the cameras, right? Only I need to make sure because sometimes people say no on the phone, and then when I’m leaving, they ask me why I haven’t installed the cameras yet, and I’m just like, that’s a you problem, I’m going home.”
*leaning around the corner of my office to talk to me* “Hey, do you know where [Mothman] went? Actually, never mind, you’re probably the detail-oriented one. I can tell by the *gestures at my candy-floss-colored goth office* whatever this is.
So like, the new alarm panel is smaller than the old one, and the old one pulled off some of the paint, I can try to hide it, but it won’t be perfect… You don’t care? Sweet. I’m always ready for people to yell at me.”
“Hey, so I need to test the smoke alarm before we put it up, but I don’t want to frighten your little dog. I’ll try to muffle it, but you might want to hold her.” *clutching the alarm to his abdomen like Steve Rogers falling on a grenade* “I’m sorry little dog, I’m so sorry.”
im literally going to kill myself
WHERE'S THAT FUCKING POST ABOUT THIS
I'M GONNA GET YOUR FUCKING ASS, DODGEBALL BOY
mental health status: need to look at the sea for hours and stay quiet