What if water didn't have surface tension and whenever you spilled some, the whole floor of your entire apartment was covered in a 2 micrometer deep puddle
you've taught me to count blessings I didn't know were mine
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What if water didn't have surface tension and whenever you spilled some, the whole floor of your entire apartment was covered in a 2 micrometer deep puddle
you've taught me to count blessings I didn't know were mine
Idk I’m starting to think that we don’t live in capitalism anymore we’re living in something else
What fruits of our labor even exist for us or them to control at this point? What physical items are owned? What competition? Where exists the line between private and public ownership when the private owns the public? What do you call it when even the ultra wealthy rent their mansions? Capitalism has been suffocated to death by something else entirely and I’m not fully sure what it is but I do know that there is nothing left to own.
ok. i survived 25 years outside the international space station. who gives a shit
Technically most moss is outside the international space station
All the gold for Laika.
"You're everything that feels like home to me"
on survival
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ladies and gents may i present you with my favorite photo of Ella Fitzgerald ft. that guy
homie was down bad, and can we blame him?
that guy is jazz trumpeter dizzy gillespie! i think it was the smithsonian which just found a second angle of this moment and .
yeah, me too dizzy
“The further I am from any belief in hell, the more I appreciate the literary value of it. Not as a place of punishment, but as a way writers acknowledge how hard things can be, some of the time. In hell, there is always someone going in, someone crawling out. Many cultures and religions have a version of it. From this, I take it that language has always gone to the places where we think language cannot survive. And language has made a survival — a life, a flourishing, a mark, an etch — in those netherworlds. A flower in hell, a trickle of water offered as an obeisance, a hare galloping through the underpassages, an echo, a track, a desire-line, a way. A handprint on the wall from someone else.”
— Pádraig Ó Tuama, “Finding Accompaniment in Myths”, published in Poetry Unbound, April 9, 2023
this 'being really tired after work' thing is really getting in the way of this 'pursuing my artistic hopes and dreams' thing has anyone else noticed this
poems for the man who painted flowers in wartime
The Dream of a Curious Man, Charles Baudelaire
Tired, Langston Hughes
Threads of Life, W. B. Yeats
The Way The Light Reflects, Richard Siken
When I Have Fears, John Keats
Tear It Down, Jack Gilbert
A Center, Ha Jin
To the One Who is Reading Me, Jorge Luis Borges
Longing (karot) and Waiting, Hovhannes Grigoryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)
I Belong There, Mahmoud Darwish
The Gardener 85, Rabindranath Tagore
Let This Darkness Be a Bell Tower, Rainer Maria Rilke
Wait For Me, Konstantin Simonov (tr. by Mike Munford)
I flounder, Mesrop Mashtots (translated by Diana Der-Hovanessian)
RÉVEILLÉ, Ronald Lewis Carton
“Hope” is the thing with feathers, Emily Dickinson
For the New Year 1981, Denise Levertov
A Vote For the Gentle Light, Charles Bukowski
There Are Birds Here, Jamaal May
Good Bones, Maggie Smith
Hope, Czeslaw Milosz
Though there are torturers, Michael Coady
Goodbye to Tolerance, Denise Levertov
Perhaps the World Ends Here. Joy Harjo
From the River to the Sea, Samer Abu Hawwash (translated by Huda Fakhreddine)
Book of Lamentations: Conversations with God, from the depth of my heart, Grigor Narekatsi
u know that thing where an animals grow in a far off place and some idiot introduces him to a new habitat and it turns out its characteristics that help them in their own sometimes are too helpful in the new one and they become like an invasive species yeah thats the word i was missing anyway back to my point i think i saw a human version of that just now i was driving in tonights snow storm and i saw a man wearing a big ass cowboy hat to keep the snow off him and a bandit red bandana to keep it off his face and a big ass pancho to keep him warm and nice ass cowboy boots to keep his calves dry and he was prancing along while everyone on the road looked miserable and frozen solid and idk i guess the point im trying to make here is i feel like cowboys would have taken over russia if given the chance or something
As an Evolutionary Biologist, this is a roller-coaster from start to finish.
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dealing with this grief so it doesn’t get bigger and swallows me whole dealing with my grief so it doesn’t become something akin to no face from the chihiro movies and eats everything and everyone myself included
being saved by relationships and cozy hobbies and art and love
Tumblr did not “Goncharov” Poob. Poob is Glupp Shittoing Tubi/Pluto/Roku Channel/Hulu/etc.
none of these words are in the bible. or the dictionary, for that matter.
#While this is a joke#For the etymologists out there#Tumblr did not “goncharov” poob#translation: Tumblr is not making a fictitious thing called poob that we insist is real#Poob is glup shittoing (streaming services)#Translation: Poob is now a generic name for whatever streaming platform is out there when you don't feel like naming something specifically
Etymologists are on Tumblr for the same reason Primatologists are out in the jungle: It's where the Monkeys are.
Nothing slapped my shit back into place like someone pointing out that the "genius gifted child with so much potential who got burnout and mental illness" is just the nerd equivalent to the jock "could have been a pro at sportsball if it wasn't for the injury".
Yeah, and in both cases it’s generally caused by people who should know better pushing them past what their body/brain can safely do.
No, maybe you wouldn’t have been a genius, or a professional athlete or whatever, but the fact is, without that external pressure, you certainly wouldn’t be 30 and in chronic pain from a torn ligament that never-healed-right, either.
Utah Phillips to children at the Washington State Young Writers' Conference:
"You are about to be told one more time that you are America’s most valuable natural resource. Have you seen what they do to valuable natural resources?! Have you seen a strip mine? Have you seen a clear cut in the forest? Have you seen a polluted river?
"Don’t ever let them call you a valuable natural resource! They’re going to strip mine your soul. They’re going to clear cut your best thoughts for the sake of profit unless you learn to resist, because the profit system follows the path of least resistance and following the path of least resistance is what makes the river crooked!"
Well, there was great gnashing of teeth and rending of garments—mine. I was borne to the door screaming epithets over my shoulder. Something to the effect of, "Make a break for it, kids! Flee into the wilderness! The one inside, if you can find it."
Be a Dostoyevsky character: rot in your room! <3