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huariqueje

Ornamental Pea - Adriana van Zoest

Dutch , b. 1966 -

Pastel on cardboard , 28 x 20 cm.

#art

wuntrum

utility pole paintings for april / may / june !

#art

hollow-toy

mutuals can always dm me but be warned i talk like your coworker who is trying too hard to get to know you and my response times are akin to the response times you might get if we were communicating by letter

thebelfry

I just learned that the Russian word for “ladybug” translates to “God’s Little Cow”

vampireapologist-archive-deacti

It’s the same in Irish! bóín Dé!

peniswizard69

in hebrew it’s “our rabbi moses’s cow”

vampireapologist-archive-deacti

Oh I love this news!!!!

pulmonary-poultry

Multiple cultures upon seeing a ladybug for the first time: “Who’s cow is this????”

thejonymyster

postilionstruckbylightning

It feels like some early humans were naming things and one of them ran out of ideas.

Human 1: (points at animal) What’s that?

Human 2: Cow.

Human 1: (points at bug) What’s that?

Human 2: … little cow.

Human 1: But it’s so much smaller. Who would have use for such a small cow?

Human 2: (panicking but in too deep to stop now) God.

derinthescarletpescatarian

The “Lady” in the name “ladybug” is the virgin Mary. People just cannot stop giving religious names to this bug.

The reason for this was that if you lived in an agrarian society then your survival was a throw of the dice every year, depending on the success of the crops. A failed crop year is a very hard year where deaths are expected. And if you grew a cereal like wheat, there were several things that could cause your crops to fail, but one of the big ones was if you happened to get a fuckton of aphids. You know what eats aphids? Ladybugs! If there are lots and lots of ladybugs around, there was a good chance that it’d be a good crop year! They were little crop protectors! When your family lives or dies on the success of that crop, of course they’d be seen as a blessing and given an appropriate name!

magical-bear-dubin

That is such an interesting etymology!!!!

And entomology too i guess

asparklethatisblue

in German they’re Marienkäfer which also pretty much means “Mary’s Beetle”

istadris

In French it’s “Good Lord’s Beast”

Not even a cow, it’s just a little Creature but we know for sure God loves it.

dent-de-l1on

In Dutch it’s “Lieveheersbeestje”, the Good Lord’s Little Beast

A liddol creeture

#language #gods little cow is so adorable

ame-gosh

what if we kissed 🫣. and we were both lemons 🍋😳

#comic

feelingravityspull

everyone play this game, it's art history wordle. I did surprisingly poorly on account of two way-off guesses. only top 59% 🙄

A daily game. Ten objects. 5,000 years of human history. Guess where and when each artifact was made. See how you rank.

#i love this game and am so bad at it #art history

brittleribs

when I need to regulate my nervous system I frantically sketch borzois

#comic

frogayyyy

we brought your gay little boyfriend back from the dead. happy pride ig

#star trek

yaoiblackmold

Top 3 things people love insisting they don't have despite it being impossible

Pronouns

An accent

Bias

inspirationpainting

Alexander Gerasimov (1881 — 1963), Summer Day

#art

bearsockz

home cooked meal

#comic #sometimes it be like that #food

biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist

When we were children, my sister had private music lessons at her violin teacher’s house. I only visited there once, but I still remember that afternoon. The teacher had an artificial pond in her yard, a large beautiful thing with lily pads and plant life. And in the pond, there were goldfish. I had never seen such enormous goldfish.

I spent several minutes just staring at them (and trying to convince them to bite my fingers.) When my sister’s violin lesson ended, her teacher came out to the yard and explained that these goldfish were the same small creatures that were often unfortunately sold in plastic bags at state fairs. They were only about two inches long apiece, when she bought them and put them in the new, empty pond. In essence, they were like every goldfish I had seen before, but they had been given a much larger, much richer environment in which to flourish. As a result, they had grown into some of the most remarkable, vibrant creatures my twelve-year-old self had ever met with. All because of a pond.

Funny what lessons children remember. My sister doesn’t play the violin anymore, but that was the first time I caught a glimpse of the overwhelming extent to which it matters, the way the world treats us.