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Shocking how many people don’t know that hens lay non-fertilized eggs and think the yolk they’re eating is a baby chicken
once tried desperately to make my friend understand that yolks were not, like, a liquified potentiality of chicken, and she looked at me for a while and then said, "but they’re both yellow."
Behold
A chicken
[image: a lemon.]
Image descriptions that incidentally make the joke infinitely funnier.
😭😭😭
i hate apps that change their layout every time they update i feel like someone came into my house and rearranged the furniture just enough to make me stub my toes on it every time i walk past. and as soon as i finally start to get used to it they update again.
That just tumblr
well yeah of course i hate tumblr but that's like an entry requirement to be here
Source: https://mobile.twitter.com/mattecashew32/status/1537490263358185472
arabic poetry is so beautifully yet painfully romantic, i mean “they asked “do you love her to death?” i said “speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life" and “because my love for you is higher than words, i've decided to fall silent" and "it is not enough to say love in Arabic, you must say 'be the thing that buries me'" could have got jane austen crying and shaking
I love tragic things, beautiful
The first boy who liked me told me how he thought I was the prettiest girl he'd ever seen and how much he'd love to be with me. And I know that he was just a kid and didn't mean any harm but it instilled this thought in me that being pretty was the only way I could attract people, that I had to give parts of myself to others in order to feel validated; it was almost like seeing myself as a token or prize whose worth is decided by the man who holds it. I began focusing on how much people would love to be with me rather than how much I enjoyed their company and that's a big burden to carry at 11.
And after years of feeling trapped, I decided it was enough and tried to hate pink and makeup and skirts and everything I had loved as a child because I associated those things with the idea of performance. Again, I lost sight of what I liked and enjoyed, so I spent my 20s reclaiming barbie dolls and lip gloss, pink and skirts and everything I had once denounced for the fear of being 'cringe'.
-Ritika Jyala, I love Pink, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
This is so me
My 13 year old cousin came back from a date with her boyfriend and said, "I can't wait to grow up and spend sunday afternoons with him." At first, I wanted to laugh (after all they're just 13), but I remember being 13 and having the world in my hands. I remember getting excited to talk to someone about my dreams and wishes, and how happy these daydreams and fantasies made me. There's this innocence you can only have at 13 and the world rises and falls and crashes and burns every year... until you do not think about quiet sunday afternoons.
So I asked her about the date and heard her giggle about bubblegum flavored ice cream, and how much she loves this little life. I think she makes me love it too.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
"The earth is not dying. It is being killed. And those who are killing it have names and addresses." -Utah Phillips (1935-2008) folk singer, labor organizer, trainhopper, poet, and ardent anarchist. ID in alt text.
Let the Earth breathe!!
Do autistic kids "grow out" of their autism? Why does it sometimes seem like there are so few autistic adults?
For Autism Acceptance Month, I covered this topic in this comic to help explain this disconnect! YouTube | TikTok | Instagram | Twitter
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"defend your thesis" why are you attacking my thesis
Poor thesis 😢😢😢
We have like 2 or 3 typhoons at the same time here in Ph, y'all stay safe ♡
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Nothing as good as refreshing arts on my tl in a rainy night!
I should really stop obsessing over a new artist every month, cause at this rate, by the end of lockdown, I will only communicate by random quotes from all kind of musicians and writers and I'm already weird enough as I am.
FOR REAL😭😭
T.S. Eliot, The Wasteland.
— vladimir nabokov, in a letter to his wife [24 march 1937] from letters to véra (trans. olga voronina & brian boyd)
Rain
if you’ve ever felt unwanted/unneeded in any kind of relationship, i want this to be your reminder that you deserve the absolute world and you should be treated right.
This my loves
