"Hello, my name is Vozinha, and while I am in goal, all the powers of Hell will not suffice to score."
YOU ARE THE REASON
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"Hello, my name is Vozinha, and while I am in goal, all the powers of Hell will not suffice to score."
Feeling lousy today. Not sure why. Just want to sleep so badly.
Plate VI | The butterfly vivarium; or, Insect home (1858) | Henry Noel Humphreys
here's where to find it on windows 10
Ugh, it was in mine. It's off now.
IT GETS WORSE
I had to turn this off, but it's something that allows Windows and anyone using your device to generate text/images.
LOBOTOMIZE YOUR MACHINES
Important.
My hope for whoever is reading this is that your life starts making sense and coming together. I hope the good days are right around the corner for you.
Marina Tsvetaeva, from a letter to Anna Teskova, wr. c. March 1931
Late spring sunset, J-Six Ranch, Cochise County, Arizona.
Getting pretty tired of these fake "Security Alert" posts from blogs purporting to be Tumblr Support and named with strings of random numbers. No, I will not give you my login information, you damn scammers. Fuck off.
Terracotta head by an artist of the Nok culture, which flourished in present-day northern Nigeria between ca. 500 BC and 500 AD. Dimensions: 32.4 × 17.2 × 17.8 cm (12.7 × 6.7 × 7 in). Now in the Kimbell Art Museum, Fort Worth, TX, USA.
Curaçao scored a goal! ...Sure, it may well be the only goal they score in the tournament, but dammit, they SCORED!
When 2026 began, I had (I'm slightly ashamed to say) never read any Virginia Woolf. Now, halfway through the year, I've read five of her novels and a collection of her short stories. It's a significant step, I think, on my journey toward becoming a well-rounded reader of great literature.
Now that the Poetry Marathon is in the rear-view mirror, it's time to buckle down and actually write a novel. Here we go...
I did it. I completed the Poetry Marathon. 24 poems in 24 hours. Well done, me.
As pleased as I am that Scotland won its first group match, I'm even more pleased that the Scottish and Haitian fans danced together afterward. With all the ugliness in the world right now, a moment like that, however brief, is to be cherished.
Hour 18 of the 24-hour Poetry Marathon. Beginning to lose grip on reality. Wallpaper conspiring against me. Just had tea with Lord Byron. Pretty sure I can teleport.