[fishpondfish]

not everything is getting worse. at least you don't hear high hopes by panic at the disco every day anymore

[fairycosmos]

being called an old soul when you were kid and knowing you just got diagnosed as a weird cunt

[do-you-have-a-flag]

a problem I have is sometimes if i like something it can feel so intense beyond even just frequency of how much I think about it that suddenly engaging with it feels important and i can't do it unless i'm giving it The Correct Kind Of Attention i have literally dropped off watching multiple shows because of this. i stopped watching cause I liked it TOO MUCH and it flipped from easy to difficult

[do-you-have-a-flag]

me: [clicks play on a video about a topic i care a lot about] "I feel like i'm looking into the sun" [stops the video]

[aroace-ryland-grace]

the sewing machine is like if a horse and an inkjet printer had a child

[daggersoliloquy]

hey don't cry. on december 3, 1926, agatha christie went missing for eleven days and because the uk police didn't know what to do they recruited sir arthur conan doyle, creator of master detective sherlock holmes, but all he did was conduct a séance to try and contact her distressed spirit

[j-august]

June was dying among the roses, the hedges were darkening to a duller green; the blatancy of red brick sprawled along the highway was a reminder that the present builds inexorably over the empty fields of the past.

Dorothy L. Sayers, Gaudy Night

[liittlecreatures1985]

out and about and my phone is at 15% battery: better not use it so it doesn’t die on me

5 minutes later: googling average gas mileage in 1950

[catsofyore]

Someone asked earlier if I have a favorite photo in my collection. I'm not certain but I think it might be this one. The light, her face, the way she's supporting the kitten so lovingly. It's definitely a candidate for the cover of the book I fantasize about creating someday.

[vintageeveryday]

Photos capture everyday life in Kyoto during the early 20th century.

[jewfrogs]

falling asleep during the day: slipping away on a clouds so easy

falling asleep at night: I heard an ant gasp downstairs

[probuccalfat]

nobody else doing it like me. particularly because the way i’m doing it is needlessly difficult

[random-brushstrokes]

Wilhelm Körner - A Captured Audience (ca. 1924)

[simply-a-dream]

“don’t take it personally” how would you like me to take it then? professionally? romantically? academically?

[creative-anchorage]

[suriandtaal]

[arcanetrivia]

[Image description: In creative-anchorage's post, Tumblr tags reading "#violently", "#sexually", "#spiritually?", "#homoerically" [sic], and "#with a wedge of lemon on the side actually". In suriandtaal's post, a screenshot of a post from tonysopranyproskater69240, a phrase that usually says "it is like talking to a fucking genie with you people", altered to say "a fucking monty python sketch". /end description]

[shetheyslain]

Dahling you simply must read this book! It’s all about this devious little caterpillar who simply gorges himself on all manner of divine things

[cogentranting]

Mr. Collins would be such a fan of ai. He would love it. He would have it write scripts for him to use for complimenting people. He'd ask it what to do in social situations and then when someone would tell him "I think that's a bad idea" he'd be like "my dear madam it's so good of you to be concerned but I think the highly esteemed Grok knows a little more about this than a lady like yourself" and then he'd go humiliate himself publicly.

[hagiomoto]

Most popular Jack the Ripper theories from ripperologists just blame immigrants, but personally I think it was British empire soldiers...guys who'd just come back from committing massacres in Africa and Asia and figured, why stop now?

The British army committed tons of mutilations during the massacres they committed in colonial times. Removing breasts and mutilating uteruses has been recorded before. In India, in Kenya etcetera.

It's silly to think Jack the Ripper was just some random blue-collar worker from Poland instead of a soldier who probably just came back from the Xhosa Wars, for example.

And Xhosa Wars happened about a decade before the first Whitechapel murder.

[hagiomoto]

One of the theories posits a Malay ship cook as Jack the Ripper. It's so stupid. True crime people are so stupid. This is the era when the British, Dutch, and French etc were committing mass violence across half the world. No one bothers to think about the implications of such a culture of violence and how it would influence their own capital's culture. This is London during the height of colonial plunder.

Not one true crime enthusiast wants to suggest that maybe the serial killer used to be an annihilator of an Indigenous tribe.

Instead, we get a Malay cook. Or a Polish immigrant. Or a Jewish butcher. Always the outsider. Never the bloke who learned his trade in the Xhosa Wars, came back to Whitechapel, and just kept going.

[vaguely-concerned]

I am so charmed by how tumblr-esque dorothy l sayers' way of expressing her fondness for her hero is. she truly was spinning that guy around in an anachronistic microwave and chewing on him and beating him with hammers and biting him biting him biting him and so on with the greatest affection imaginable fr fr. she may have been vastly more articulate and educated than I'll ever dream of being and I respect her writing skill immensely, but blorbo brain recognizes blorbo brain across the ages too. she literally starts out at 'he's like a little worm ❤️in a top hat :)' and only keeps going from there and it's glorious. tell me that descriptions like 'he looked, with his long, narrow face, like a melancholy adjutant stork', 'true, he is all nerves and nose --' and 'he was a colourless shrimp of a child' are not in the same literary tradition as, if removed in time from, the modern tumblr idiom for blorbo appreciation. you can't. I'm right about it. anyone can give their hero hard grey eyes and ptsd but it takes tumblrina instincts to also repeatedly liken him to a bewildered heron