so....vampirism. by medical definition, an STD. we are agreed, yes?
saliva/bloodborne pathogen. transmitted through the exchange of bodily fluids. i am a fount of logic overflowing
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so....vampirism. by medical definition, an STD. we are agreed, yes?
saliva/bloodborne pathogen. transmitted through the exchange of bodily fluids. i am a fount of logic overflowing
Itās wild to think that somewhere out there thereās a universe where I have a 6 year old
Serval cat see, serval cat do.
The Great Cat Artwork by Josef Wilkon
smoked the weed that gives you gothic madness and now i'm on the fucking moors again wearing nothing but a flimsy shift š
Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson) / @wholeheartedsuggestions / Jenny Slate / Euripides again
ok well weāre bringing that back obviously
Had a dream that tumblr came up with a new creature called Greachur and it looked like this
brother of the alot
upon further research:
i had a dream a while ago of a very tall, long-legged creature with a thin, grey fur coat. it didn't have any horns and it was like double the height of a semi, but this post reminded me of that
like this?
Posts from a split second in the future
Drew the things
Consider the god of salmon.
There is a god of salmon, somewhere in the gravel and the pebbles of the spawning redd. All salmon are aware of it as soon as they are born, in their own, private, fishy ways, and remember their god of salmon when they leave the spawning grounds and journey into the saltwaters beyond.
Theirs is the god of journeys and returnings.
Eventually, every salmon is struck by the urge to return to the holy lands of its ancestors. They pray to the god of salmon, asking for protection against bears and other predators on the journey.
āDeliver us from eagles,ā the salmon pray.
All animals get their own gods, and those animal gods get their own prayers. The gods of mice and rabbits and other small, squeaking, hunted things usually get prayers along the lines of,Ā āOh please, oh please, oh pleaseā¦ā
Unlike those fickle gods, parishioners of the god of salmon get results.
Salmon get miracles.
A salmon returns to freshwater and discovers that it can breathe.
A salmon swimming against the current watches its spine curl, its teeth lengthen, sees grey scales turn red.
A salmon comes to a waterfall and discovers that it can flyā¦
Eventually the salmon complete their pilgrimage, and return to the holy lands of their ancestors.
Many raucous orgies are held.
Hallelujah.
And then, exhausted, the salmon die. The land flourishes as residual nutrients run through creeks and estuaries.
And the god of salmon continues, buoyed on the souls and prayers of millions of martyrs.
oblivion is an abysmal game and everyone should play it
Farewell!
The comedic timing in this is Oscar worthy
ādonāt eat honey because it exploits the bees and they canāt consent!!!ā bees are literally unionized and will walk out if they donāt like being in the beekeeperās hives
It's true.
I worked with a beekeeper (not at beekeeping, guy had a day job as a machinist and kept bees as a side thing). One day there was a swarm in the parking lot and people were freaking out because, y'know, BEES EVERYWHERE. Beekeeper guy went to his truck. Pulled a swarm-catching box out. Put it on the ground and walked away. Bees went in the box after a while. Guy put the box back in his truck and drove home with them.
You cannot prevent bees from leaving a hive they don't like the conditions of, without also preventing them from being able to make honey. The latter is dependent on them being able to come and go as they please. If they don't like their hive THEY WILL LEAVE.
Beekeeping is probably the single most non-exploitative animal agriculture in the entirety of human history. I don't know how it's even possible to exploit bees. They answer only to their queen.
They absolutely do not answer to the queen. If she sucks they will kill her and make a new one.
So all Iām getting here is that we should follow their example.
Unionize and then hold sh*tty leadership accountable.
does anyone else remember being terrorized every single commercial break by the madagascar 3 trailer on every single cartoon channel in 2011-2012
fuck you I can hear it
Ilya Kaminsky,Ā āStill Dancing: An Interview with Ilya Kaminskyā
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I see it as my duty to report this lyricism in the whirl of our griefs. It is a personal responsibility for me: My father was a Jewish child in occupied Odessa who not only suffered, but also learned to dance. He was shaved bald so that Germans wouldnāt notice his dark hair. The Russian woman who hid him, Natalia, hid him for three years. It is not an easy thing, to keep a restless child inside for three years. Natalia taught him how to tango. And so they danced for the three years of that war, in a room where the curtains were always drawn. Once, he escaped outside to play and the German soldiers saw him, so he ran to the market and hid behind boxes of tomatoes. All my friends tell me there are too many tomatoes in my poems. They say there is too much dancing. Is there enough? I donāt know.
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who the fuck funded this study you can find this out by spending 5 minutes in a sauna
YOU SPEND 5 MINUTES IN THE SAUNA WITH A FUCKING BEAR???
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