I fucking hate the french language. They'll call something shit like "the fatal allure of the dark shimmering mistress" and it's slang for when you stick your dick in a wine bottle and get stuck.
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I fucking hate the french language. They'll call something shit like "the fatal allure of the dark shimmering mistress" and it's slang for when you stick your dick in a wine bottle and get stuck.
Shifting it to a 78% score 9/09/2025. I have faith in your abilities. I am betting on it.
73% score. 8th Aug 2025
“There is no perfection. Just beautiful versions of brokenness.”
— Unknown
My father always told me: "If you want to go for a run, go for a run, don't look for company. Sooner or later, on your fifth run or your twentieth, like-minded people will find you themselves." And only recently have I realized that this principle works everywhere.
“I couldn’t remember falling in love with him, but I could remember looking into his eyes and realizing that they were going to haunt me forever.”
— Unknown
Got my first flowers today. I understand the concept now... it all makes sense to me.
Love is such a beautiful concept.<3
"ne'er-do-well" is such a harsh criticism like bro ne'er? e'er? like youd think at least some'imes id do well but nope. ne'er
transcript:
THINGS TO DO IN THE BELLY OF THE WALE
Measure the walls. Count the ribs. Notch the long days. Look up for blue sky through the spout. Make small fires with the broken hulls of fishing boats. Practice smoke signals. Call old friends, and listen for echoes of distant voices. Organize your calendar. Dream of the beach. Look each way for the dim glow of light. Work on your reports. Review each of your life’s ten million choices. Endure moments of self-loathing. Find the evidence of those before you. Destroy it. Try to be very quiet, and listen for the sound of gears and moving water. Listen for the sound of your heart. Be thankful that you are here, swallowed with all hope,where you can rest and wait. Be nostalgic. Think of all the things you did and could have done. Remember treading water in the center of the still night sea, your toespointing again and again down, down into the black depths.
calling in to work sick with a “weird dream”
“I didn’t grasp that the shadows that sometimes crossed her face weren’t momentary clouds passing in front of the sun. Her deep silences were more than daydreams. And her habit of standing with her arms wrapped around her ribs was a way of holding herself together.”
— Chelsey Philpot, Even in Paradise
tenderness is in the hands ― Carolyn Forché, L’Avventura (1960), Ocean Vuong, The White Ribbon (2009), Hart Crane, Gelatin Silver, Love (2009), Ingeborg Bachmann, Les amants du Pont-Neuf (1991), Sylvia Plath, Psycho (1960), Rod McKuen (stills by @forhandsthatsuffer)
there's this word in Serbian 'vukojebina' which literally means 'the place where wolves go to fuck' but they use it to mean 'in the middle of nowhere'. it sure does the job well, but the visual stayed with me longer than I would have liked it to.
for chinese we have 鸟不生蛋, which is used to describe a land so barren and remote that not even birds would lay their eggs there.
In German we have "am Arsch der Welt", which means "at the world's ass"
In Finnish it's "Jumalan selän takana" - behind god's back.
I propose that these are all the same place. The world's ass, behind god's back, where birds would not nest and where wolves go to fuck.
How do I know I like him?
I am tempted to tell him my Tumblr username.