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Don’t be an asshole from 1954.
if an app pauses my music under any circumstances I should be sent a written apology from the developers
𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗌 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇
𝗑, 𝗑, 𝗑, 𝗑, 𝗑, 𝗑
𝗑, 𝗑, 𝗑, 𝗑
𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗎 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 ♡
𝗏𝗂𝖺: 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅_𝗓𝗈𝗈
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Okay guys so on the car ride home idk why but I started thinking about the movie Inside out and like here me out okay so like the whole big thing of the movie is focused on Riley and her emotions and her (and everyone’s) emotions are portrayed by humanoid character right? Well they are each supposed to represent an emotion and obviously they do and the mainly have a personality centered around their designated emotion BUT they also demonstrate other emotions that aren’t what they represent like they all experience panic and worry when *MOVIE SPOILERS HERE* joy and sadness are out of headquarters and they are left to run it and joy shows sadness when Bing Bong disappears *SPOILERS ENDED* so my question is does each individual emotion inside someone’s head in turn have their own little emotions in their own heads? An if that’s the case do those sets of emotions also have their own sets and so on and so forth? If so where does it end? Does it all just go on forever with each set of emotions having their own set and so on and so forth (and I mean everyone’s emotions not just Riley cause we see that in that universe all living creatures have emotions in a control panel in their head
Every man is destined to meet his witch once in his life ... Yes, a witch - not a princess. The princess is usually his fantasy about first love - ethereal, tender, sweet, already happened ... lost, experienced or still hovering around. The princess is waiting to be found, rescued, mounted on a white horse, taken to a kingdom ... in a word "pampering".
The witch! - this is the other, unexpected, woman who never imagined that she would enchant him. She can do everything herself. But next to her he feels strong and dangerous. She does not need to be saved. But he wants to save her ... from herself sometimes. The one that attracts him like a magnet, wild, passionate, unquestioning, .... somehow despite. She can create dreams, destroy worlds, draw a rainbow. She can suddenly provoke angry, unfamiliar tears or make him dream of her smile. She makes him breathe the wind in her hair and hug her in her sleep. She makes his fingers tender and his lips long. She paints his thoughts strangely purple and invents new words for him. Everyone feels it for himself - his witch. For others, it may be quite ordinary, a little chaotic or vague. For him, however, it is magic ... or a curse ...
Every man meets her once in his life - not everyone can capture the moment and find the spell to be truly his. That is why she is a witch - she dances barefoot in the fire and wears a sand dress in her dreams.
If you have already met her, your witch, love her! Even when you shouldn't, even when it's bad, even when you don't know how and why ...
Love her! And she will make a magical world for you again! ❤️
Worth a shot 🤞
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This is about Sci-Hub. yeah we get it.. gatekeep knowledge and protect the interests of capital…
Listen, this is serious.
Do not use the website called Sci-Hub!
It lets people access scientific articles for free. This is dangerous. It helps the free flow of knowledge and reduces the competitive edge of all the people who worked really hard to have been born into a wealth.
Like, it’s literally a website where you can type in the DOI of an article and read it, without ever having to pay the publisher who exploited the author.
So, again, do not, under any circumstance, use Sci-Hub. I mean, can you imagine a world where knowledge is free and easily accessible to everyone? Even, y'know, poor people?
Libgen also has many books online, including textbooks, searchable by name, author, and ISBN. Can you imagine textbook companies not getting their hard-earned income from poor college students? Here is the link just so you make sure that you never accidentally stumble across this horrible, unethical website.
Oh, and while we’re talking about books, if you’ve managed to stay clear from Libgen, definitely don’t go to zlibrary, where you can also find a lot of textbooks, but unfortunately they’re completely free.
Reblogging so you know which sites to totally avoid
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE YULETIDE
Twas the night before Yuletide and all through the glen
Not a creature was stirring, not a fox, not a hen.
A mantle of snow shone brightly that night
As it lay on the ground, reflecting moonlight.
The faeries were nestled all snug in their trees,
Unmindful of flurries and a chilly north breeze.
The elves and the gnomes were down in their burrows,
Sleeping like babes in their soft earthen furrows.
When low! The earth moved with a thunderous quake,
Causing chairs to fall over and dishes to break.
The Little Folk scrambled to get on their feet
Then raced to the river where they usually meet.
“What happened?” they wondered, they questioned, they probed,
As they shivered in night clothes, some bare-armed, some robed.
“What caused the earth’s shudder? What caused her to shiver?”
They all spoke at once as they stood by the river.
Then what to their wondering eyes should appear
But a shining gold light in the shape of a sphere.
It blinked and it twinkled, it winked like an eye,
Then it flew straight up and was lost in the sky.
Before they could murmur, before they could bustle,
There emerged from the crowd, with a swish and a rustle,
A stately old crone with her hand on a cane,
Resplendent in green with a flowing white mane.
As she passed by them the old crone’s perfume,
Smelling of meadows and flowers abloom,
Made each of the fey folk think of the spring
When the earth wakes from slumber and the birds start to sing.
“My name is Gaia,” the old crone proclaimed
in a voice that at once was both wild and tamed,
“I’ve come to remind you, for you seem to forget,
that Yule is the time of re-birth, and yet…”
“I see no hearth fires, hear no music, no bells,
The air isn’t filled with rich fragrant smells
Of baking and roasting, and simmering stews,
Of cider that’s mulled or other hot brews.”
“There aren’t any children at play in the snow,
Or houses lit up by candles’ glow.
Have you forgotten, my children, the fun
Of celebrating the rebirth of the sun?”
She looked at the fey folk, her eyes going round,
As they shuffled their feet and stared at the ground.
Then she smiled the smile that brings light to the day,
“Come, my children,” she said, “Let’s play.”
They gathered the mistletoe, gathered the holly,
Threw off the drab and drew on the jolly.
They lit a big bonfire, and they danced and they sang.
They brought out the bells and clapped when they rang.
They strung lights on the trees, and bows, oh so merry,
In colors of cranberry, bayberry, cherry.
They built giant snowmen and adorned them with hats,
Then surrounded them with snow birds, and snow cats and bats.
Then just before dawn, at the end of their fest,
Before they went homeward to seek out their rest,
The fey folk they gathered ‘round their favorite oak tree
And welcomed the sun ‘neath the tree’s finery.
They were just reaching home when it suddenly came,
The gold light returned like an arrow-shot flame.
It lit on the tree top where they could see from afar
The golden-like sphere turned into a star.
The old crone just smiled at the beautiful sight,
“Happy Yuletide, my children,” she whispered. “Good night.”
Poem author C.C. Williford
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