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RIP luigi mangione you would've loved zohran mamdani
i love my brown eyes and i love how when i smile one of them squints up more than the other and i love the small acne scar on my nose that is bound to leave in a week and i love the moles i have on my thighs and i love the freckles on my hands and the scars on my knees and the hair on my legs. life is too short to obsess over these things and i would not be me without these asymmetries and imperfections, in fact i would not be human without these asymmetries and imperfections
if kafka had woken up one day as an insect, he probably would've lived longer because kafka had tuberculosis and insects don't have lungs, so the tuberculosis would have disappeared
i know this post will pertain mainly to people interested in world war science stuff (which i assume is a very niche audience). but like. i don't get why people think of the infamous conversation between bohr and heisenberg as this We Are Enemies conversation. in my mind, at some point heisenberg got cold and bohr gave him his coat and they hugged it out like buddies to continue fighting after.
if i was good at physics i would make it my life's purpose to prove that pluto is a planet and bring it back to Planet status
just found out that in every glass of water we drink, 8 of those drops were formed within the first three minutes of the birth of the universe. isnt that ABSOLUTELY INSANE. we are all in fact celestial beings. i love existence.
sometimes life is simply about reading nietzsche while listening to enya
maintaining a cookbook is an act of love. and often these are everyday recipes, like my grandma's cauliflower curry or my aunt's paneer butter masala or my high school friend's cream cheese frosting. keeping ordinary recipes that others taught you to make, adding tips and making small changes as you make those recipes more and more. an archive of experience, an archive of the act of cooking. an archive of love and shared knowledge
I just got described as an "ad hating commie" by someone because I said a minute of youtube ads is unpleasant. fully spent 5 minutes arguing and defending youtube ads. insane stuff
reblog if you are an ad hating commie
there is something truly destabilizing about seeing people who you no longer are in touch with using pictures you took. posting them. cherishing them. they no longer cherish me and i no longer cherish them- not actively, not outwardly, not explicitly, not communicatively. yet they use photographs i have taken, products of my sense and sensibility, symbols of my once-present-but-no-longer affection, admiration, adoration, love. they have hurt me enough, why must they give me one more thing to grieve about, one more moment to feel bitter about.
there is an IMAGE in my HEAD and i cannot DRAW IT. hatred and rage.
there is a CONVERSATION in my HEAD and I cannot WRITE IT. rage and hatred
there is a VIDEO in my HEAD And i cannot ANIMATE IT. hage and ratred
There is a GAME in my HEAD and I cannot CODE IT. Ratred and hage.
there is a SONG in my HEAD and I cannot COMPOSE IT. haged and rate.
there is a SLAM POEM in my HEAD and I cannot SCRIPT IT. hatg and ratred.
There is a MAN in my HEAD and i cannot KISS HIM. hagrid and tate.
There is a MAN in
my HEAD and i cannot KISS
HIM. hagrid and tate.
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
man i love the tumblr
loving tumblr being my lil void after having uninstalled instagram
yall know what i miss? my childhood in mumbai. coming back from school all sweaty and washing my face and drinking the tap water because the tap water was so drinkable and refreshing and yummy. now i have to rely on filling my fucking water bottle at a fucking water filler and i cant drink water while simultaneously washing my fucking face
"people who care about you will refuse to leave you in confusion about how they feel, and will want to be as clear as possible by explaining their intentions/actions. even if they struggle to articulate things or speak up, if they care, they’ll make the effort to meet you halfway"
i hate u amatonormativity i hate u institution of marriage i hate u nuclear family i hate u ‘love is what makes us human’ i hate u heteronormativity i hate u relationship hierarchy i hate u capitalism i hate all of u w a burning passion !!!!
"he doesn't look like percy" who gives a shit he's adorable his voice is so nice and he's a happy kid that's what matters