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what ever happened to personality!!! i want decorative towels that arent boring!!! i want NOVELTY!! i want people to come over to my house and look at my trinkets and immediately think this lady is a wacko and also her stuff is haunted
minimalism is boring give us an aesthetic wilder than Mary Poppin’s cousin Topsy
I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh
reblog for next thursday to be the best day of your life
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Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
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I know it’s a photo, but my heart says it’s a Renaissance painting.
I’m honestly tearing up rn. I’ve never seen someone who looked like me in modern art shown in a positive light like this. Thank you so much
being surrounded in your workplace by such negative, fatphobic, and insecure people who project those insecurities onto others is so incredibly stressful and we all have to be aware of how we can be negatively affecting someone else by vocalizing and projecting our own insecurities onto others it's literally the only way we can grow and move on as a culture and heal from societal fatphobia and diet culture as a whole and you will heal too it's not saying "you being insecure makes me feel bad so you should stop it!" it's saying let's all stop contributing to the cultural belief that fat people are disgusting and all learn to grow and let go of our insecurities together because it's not just damaging to you but damaging to society to keep upholding these beliefs
you are going to feel so much love and devotion it’s going to scare you. you aren’t used to being the object of so much tenderness; and maybe you don’t even think you deserve it. but you do. you know you do. embrace it with open arms and let it wash over you.
If you see this on your dash, it’s too late
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((This skeleton will also break all chain mail or reblog or die posts and you’ll live a happy life.))
Representation for ALL body types!👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾
ppl managing to live where they grew up is really bizarre to me
Hi! Croatian here. As an inland country, I found a job processing uranium. We have a lot of it.
God I wish I was processing uranium in Croatia
I think about this post every day
Hey, another Croatian here! Croatia has a coastline and I can’t find a single mention of uranium in Croatia. I don’t know what kind of paralel universe this person is from.
one croation speaks only the truth, the other croatian speaks only lies, you must ask them one question to determine which is which, and apparently it can’t be about geography or uranium
The notes on this one are a trip. In one thread, someone trying to Wayback the posters dates the first reply to 2014.
In another, completely unrelated thread, someone else finds a headline from late 2015 about the bust of an illegal uranium refinery with 400 kilos of refined material in Croatia
Shark finning infographic by ripetungi.
MANDATORY REBLOG
This sounds like a lot, but it’s true. An estimated 100,000,000 sharks per year are killed, threatening many species with endangerment or extinction.
Scary predators are important to the ecosystem, too. Conservation’s not just about the panda bears.
september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.
Reblog IF you are in Los Angeles AND would like to get dinner with me OR you have an EEL in your SOCK DRAWER*
*The Eel must be named Herbert to qualify.
So long as its short for Herbert and not just Herb as a full name.
What if both?
As a matter of fact, if your employer fires you for anything relating to forming a union, that's retalition, and it's illegal under federal law. If this happens to you, vontact the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission.
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The Truth Of The Indibrizi People
Owing to a disastrous first contact situation, the Indibrizi people of Southern Rudagoiter are almost entirely unknown to the modern world. The modern world however is wholly known to them, and they are among the most culturally omniscient people in the world, with one caveat: They don’t believe what they know.
The Indibrizi have two levels of truth- Spoken Truth and Written Truth. To them, these are very different things. Spoken Truth to them may be real or fiction. Stories are told including parables and histories alike. Little distinction is made between the two, as Spoken Truth is simply known to be fallible and often fictitious.
Written Truth however, is absolutely true and exclusively true. The concept of fictional writing is utterly alien to them, and more than that, blasphemous. Though an individual among them might be accused of something orally, this would hold little sway and would be openly joked about for its unknown veracity. But if an accusation were written, it would be true, and acted on, even to the death of that individual if warranted. That is not to say merely that it would be treated as true, but it would be beyond all doubt, it would become true were it not already. Thus the idea of writing fiction is beyond obscenity, it would be to warp the very fabric of existence.
The Indibrizi were first encountered by American missionaries, and the missionaries preached to them after learning their native language. They preached by spoken word, and were therefore regarded as good storytellers who were making up the stories they told. This was not offensive to the Idibrizi, they were flattered that the newcomers were kind enough to tell them tales, much as modern culture sees movies.
The problems began when the missionaries taught the Indibrizi English, and gave them a Holy Bible.
Now, the Indibrizi have very few written documents owing to their absolutism. Their longest known work, a history of one of their villages, is only a few pages long. Those few pages however contained their mythology, which stated that the world was created by billions of years of cosmic turmoil, and that they themselves were the result of millions of years of generational change from something resembling amoebae.
The Bible, a written document stating the world was made in seven days by God, ran counter to their written absolute truth.
Within a day of being presented with a Bible, the contacted Indibrizi skinned, boiled, seasoned, cooked, and ate every one of the missionaries. The U.N. immediately banned all travel to Rudagoiter, and those laws have protected the Indibrizi from new cultures ever since, and indeed now protect newer cultures from them.
But the effects of that first contact last until this day. Most notably, drone observations have confirmed the writing of longer and more complex truths than had ever been written before contact. The longest of these is 28 pages and describes the story of contact with the missionaries, including the recipe they used to cook them.
Most importantly, the missionaries left behind their clothing, airplane, biodiesel generator, and smartphones, which in that region have near perfect reception.
The Indibrizi had seen the missionaries using the phones and, having learned English quickly, have been seen using the phones frequently. Long distance observations suggest they regard them with a new category that they call “Light Writing” or writing which is made solely of light on the phone screens, and is believed capable of recording only fiction.
Over the last few years they have read every book on Project Gutenberg (Including the Bible, confirming its fictionality to them), seen articles across Wikipedia, and followed international news knowing in their deepest souls that absolutely none of it is true.
This sounded really interesting until I read the URL
An Idea To Prevent A Nuclear War
“My suggestion was quite simple: Put that needed code number in a little capsule, and then implant that capsule right next to the heart of a volunteer. The volunteer would carry with him a big, heavy butcher knife as he accompanied the President. If ever the President wanted to fire nuclear weapons, the only way he could do so would be for him first, with his own hands, to kill one human being. The President says, “George, I’m sorry but tens of millions must die.” He has to look at someone and realize what death is—what an innocent death is. Blood on the White House carpet. It’s reality brought home.” - Richard Fisher, Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists (1981)
Never forget that part of the reason this system was never implemented was that when he presented it to his colleagues, their response was IIRC “George, that’s terrible! If he has to take an innocent life, he may never press the button.”
