— or possibly several sunlit days — @lopeforrestlope - Tumblr Blog

Love not having a ”””fandom””” specific blog. Something new will just consume my mind and everyone has to accept it. My house

Decided to delete my app, just have no desire to be here anymore. So long, my friends. It’s been a wild ride.

tonysopranobignaturals-deactiva

you should be able to stay home from work just because you're a little sleepy

funnytwittertweets

theonebyler-deactivated20230223

This is so funny

comingupwithjoshdun

Ever since Andrew Garfield and No Way Home I haven’t been able to trust anyone.

piratemadi

people have got to learn the difference between I didnt like it and It was bad

piratemadi

nuclei

lizzibennet

my mom’s been telling me my entire life she and my dad met at a bar which BOOOO BORING but today she just casually mentions actually she placed a fuckin ad in the newspaper saying she was ‘a single lady ready to meet the one’ and he was the first to call her and they dated over the phone for like three months before they met n she was like “i was already pretty much in love with him because i adored his laugh on the phone” ????? What kinda 90s romcom bullshit

lizzibennet

btw the first time they met in person apparently was because my grandpa fuckin uhhh died? and my dad called my mom inconsolable and she went over to console him and literally just kinda ?? never left???? ehakdhskdhskfjdkdh this bitch’s been telling me they very casually met at a bar can you beLEAF no wonder me and my brother were born fuckin drama queens

lizzibennet

me: so you placed an ad? in the newspaper? telling men who were interested in fathering children a beautiful woman to call you? like a person advertising property they want to sell?

my mom, pokerfaced: yes that is exactly what i did

me: mom.

mom: it’s not that different from tinder!

me: you know i read a fanfic once where that was the exact plot of how the two characters met. except it was set in the nineteenth century!!!

mom:

mom: bet you thought it was hot

me: NOT THE POINT

lizzibennet

apparently. when they had their very first date my dad mentioned his daughter (my sister on his side) and my mom was like :( because she really wanted children and he just patted her hand and was like “don’t worry! we’ll have children of our own.” HDLSHDSKDHDK THE AUDACITY OF THIS MAN? ON THEIR FIRST DATE??? HELLO?

lizzibennet

me: so dad what did you think about mom’s ad in the newspaper

my dad, curt: it was cool i guess.

me:

me: did you not think it was weird at all? why did you call her specifically and not anyone else?

dad: no it was common back then. idk i liked the font she chose for the ad

my mom, from the kitchen: it was standard issue from the paper for the ads to look like that

dad: oh… guess it was fate then :)

me:

dad:

mom:

me: did you feel that? did you feel the breeze that just passed?

dad: yeah?

me: that was because mom just melted in the kitchen

mom, from the kitchen, voice clearly a little choked: NO I DID NOT

thetellyvision

@lizzibennet

Does your mom like pina coladas And getting caught in the rain?

lizzibennet

Hold on a sec i gotta google something

lizzibennet

yeah this is funny

wishbonemotel

it’s so stupid that you can’t think your way out of the mental health trenches. like you can know exactly what is wrong, why it’s upsetting you, and you can walk yourself through all of it logically and Understand it but your brain just responds like

zuzuyams

Eugene gets me

beautifulterriblequeen

HAPPY LIMINAL SPACEMAS, COUCHES

silvysartfulness

These days are called “the in-between days” (mellandagarna) in Swedish.

Literal liminal space days. 👍

blktzarina

x I plead the fifth

ruffboi-mags

I fixed it!

(never feel bad about doing this whether it’s to deepen the character, have fun, or build interesting headcanons! Even shit about what their favorite type of jelly bean is makes them feel more complex to you and that’s fun! GO NUTS!)

funnytwittertweets

soracities

the number of times i think about the full body viking skeleton i saw in the museum is ridiculous like when i say it haunts me i mean it actually haunts me

soracities

every time i remember the questions are endless — what was his name? what did his mother call him? what sounds did he wake up to? what sounds did he die to? how old was he when he died? how old when he fell in love? how old when he first fell out? who cried with him and laughed with him? who cried for him? how many miles of separation can i draw between my ancestors and him? was he kind, serious, jokey? was he sombre or impulsive? was he chatty and good-humoured or a cantankerous asshole? like…i have never stopped thinking about this.

soracities

the fact that at one point in time this was a living breathing person. with memories and petty hates and the dumbest jokes. and friends he loved. and the fact that he probably at some point burst out into drunken song or punched someone in an argument or GOT punched in an argument or tripped into the mud while his friends pissed themselves laughing or or or or…countless or‘s into infinity

and the fact that before all of that this massive skeleton was tiny toddler (was he scared of the dark? did he squabble with his siblings? did he have siblings?) who may or may not have hid behind his mother or probably got hoisted onto an adult’s shoulders and in his little mind thought this person was the strongest human in the world and that he could hold the whole sky up just by standing there like that and as long as he was up there he was king of the world or could be.

like…what am i supposed to do with this? what does ANYONE do with this? how are you supposed to cope with the enormity of this while at the same time realising just how tiny and fleeting our lives are? there is literally more than a THOUSAND years between us & ALL of it has been pinched down to a glass case not even 2 inches thick like…i’m losing my mind.

gummywormy

I got this feeling when I saw some petroglyphs on the side of a cliff like.. a human made those. That human felt all of the emotions I feel they went through the same universal human experience and they each had vivid internal lives and memories. Wild.

soracities

ok this is next level and i honestly…i honestly can’t

kneesntoess

during my prehistory module we got given Roman pottery and roofing slabs that had thumb prints in the handles and I put my thumb over those thumb marks and cried in the middle of the tutorial

white-aster

I do pottery, and it’s one of my favorite things about the medium: that you can often see the shape of someone’s fingers in the surface. I love it when someone just shoves a finger somewhere while throwing, and leaves it there as a place for YOU to put your finger. Little thumbrests on top of mug handles is a fave. “How did you make those ridges like that on the outside? How did you make that spiral on the bottom?” “With my fingers.”

allsortsoflicorice

All of this.

At Wells Cathedral in England the stairs down from the chapter house have had dips worn into their stone by centuries of human feet taking the most direct route up and down.

Thinking about the immense distances between the stars makes me panic, but looking back into human history gives me peace.

kendrixtermina

Reminds me of when we got to see this exposition on ancient egypt.

I was like, “Wow a real life papyrus!”

but then my mom said, clearly moved, “Wow, that’s someone’s handwriting.”

peaceheather

Part of why I love medieval calligraphy so much is that my sources are these centuries old manuscripts that have… doodles in the margins, and scribbles where they tested their pens and ink, notes at the end and in the margins complaining about the temperature or their work materials or thanking god that they’ve finished. There are surviving artifacts with cat paw prints across the page where some pet got into the ink, and there’s even one with a pee stain on it followed by a long note explaining why nothing of importance is written on that page and a reminder not to leave your books out at night.

They were made by people, and I love feeling connected to those people by what I do.

colorschanging

The one that gets me every time is this bowl:

I want to know what the person who was making it was thinking, so badly. Maybe it was all done very seriously. But maybe they were giggling, as they said to themselves, “But what if I put feet? FEET ON THE BOWL!” Were they giggling at the idea? Did it make them happy, every time they shaped those little toes? If they were having a bad day, did they make a foot bowl, to cheer themselves up?

Did they ever consider that, some 6000 years later, someone would look at their foot bowls, and smile every time, and wonder about the person who made them?