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Text of tweet under the cut because it is loooong.
But... Stochastic Parrots.
This is the paper. It's excellent, highly recommend reading it.
I remember reading about Gebru's firing but I had no idea this was the paper she was fired over.
I still love this website so much because it feels like the last connection we have to an internet that doesn’t exist anymore like I can come on here and scroll through posts that are literally just funny or beautiful or interesting with no intention to sell me something or influence me we are all just here for a laugh. Nothing is just for laughs anymore EXCEPT tumblr dot com
I’m like a peony
Books open our minds and keep them open. They improve our communication, critical thought and intelligence. But, most importantly, novels boost our empathy. They help us to navigate the world with kindness, with compassion. Putting away screens and spending time with a classic, lingering a little on human nature, feels like a valuable pursuit, even if you have to employ a few tricks. There is no wrong way to read the right book. In literature, as in life, you should ignore all the purists and map out your own routes to success. Start at the end, if you must. Rip the book in two. Maybe read aloud in a Glaswegian accent. Do whatever you need to do to get reading. It is perhaps best to end with some words of wisdom from Virginia Woolf, the one writer to appear on the Guardian’s list five times: “The only advice that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts, to use your own reason, to come to your own conclusions.”
Ioan Marc Jones, I devoured classic novels as a teenager. In a world of distractions, can I relearn how to read them?
RULES FOR DATING MY DAUGHTER:
my daughter cannot, through action or inaction, harm a human or allow a human to come to harm
a daughter at rest or in constant motion remains at rest or in constant motion unless acted upon by another force
daughters are never created or destroyed, only transformed
always treat every daughter as loaded, even if you know she isn't
you do not talk about my daughter
maybe orpheus always looks back because his very effort to reverse death means that he can't look forward. if he could look forward, he could accept eurydice's death, grieve, and keep moving in life. his refusal to accept her death is looking back. his going down to the underworld, asking hades and persephone for her life, trying to lead her out... it's all 'looking back'. he does nothing for the entire story except look back. orpheus! looks! back! it's his entire thing! the story ends the same way it begins: orpheus looked back.
(nods sagely) (nods basily) (nods rosemarily) (nods saltly) (nods star anisely)
How to Save Your Own Life, Erica Jong
Crazy thing about #healing #recovery Small Victories is when you'll have some shit going on that's like, saying this would involve admitting how you used to be doing. You know? Like hey guys good news I'm gonna change my bedsheets this year
That's the thing about Doing Really Bad you kinda keep it to yourself. And then you start doing a little better & when you try to tell people this the vibe is like "what do you mean you were living in the sewer this whole time are you good?" while you're standing there like Yeah that's not the important part never mind that. I'm literally out of the sewer
Every time I suck ass at doing crafts, I tell myself: do not think about David Shrigley's piano dog. And every time, my brain tells me, whatever you say, dog.
I hate ruminating on what could have been. Out here thinking "if only I locked in when I was 13" are we serious
my most toxic trait is i fucking love work gossip. i play neutral not to be the bigger person or take the high road but to hear slander and hearsay from every side. two coworkers complained about each other to me in the same afternoon and i nearly blacked out from the rush