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we're not kids anymore.
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@silvermirror1997
quiz enjoyers! i am now inviting you to come create something in my workshop❕
many people having a wonderful time engaging in the act of creation
pshhh
all these losers and their "swords" and "mental states" and "creations i birthed like a child"
set #71861 the old town 15th anniversary NINJAGO® offical buy online at the offical LEGO® store lego.com
method actor this method actor that. toshiro mifune played a guy getting shot at by arrows by getting shot at by arrows
and yeah i believe it. ^ this is the face of a guy getting shot at by arrows
i can't cope
There is a very specific kind of sadness in realizing your parents loved you, and still did not always know how to meet your emotional needs.
Because it is confusing. It would almost feel easier if there was no love there at all. But sometimes there was love. In the way they tried to protect you. In the sacrifices they made. In the ways they worried about you, cared for you, wanted a good life for you.
And at the same time, there were still things missing.
Maybe comfort did not come in the way you needed it to. Maybe your feelings were not always understood, or noticed, or handled gently. Maybe you learned to keep certain parts of yourself quiet because it felt easier than trying to explain them.
That kind of hurt is difficult because it does not always come from cruelty. Sometimes it comes from people who loved you deeply, but did not know how to emotionally connect in the ways you needed. People carrying their own wounds, limitations, fears, or ways of surviving.
And you are allowed to acknowledge both truths at once.
You are allowed to recognize their love and still grieve what you needed but did not receive. Those things do not cancel each other out.
Forgiveness, for a lot of people, is not pretending nothing hurt you. It is slowly accepting that someone can love you and still fall short of understanding you completely.
That does not make your pain dramatic. It does not make them monsters either. Sometimes it just means everyone was trying with the emotional tools they had, and some of those tools were not enough.
And I think many people quietly carry guilt for still feeling hurt by parents they know tried their best. But being loved imperfectly can still leave wounds. It makes sense that it affected you.
At the same time, you do not have to stay trapped only in anger forever either. Sometimes healing looks like understanding that your parents were human before they were parents. People shaped by their own experiences, their own upbringing, their own emotional gaps.
That understanding does not erase your feelings. It just softens the sharp edges around them a little.
You deserved emotional safety. You deserved gentleness. You deserved to feel understood, comforted, and emotionally close to the people raising you.
And if they could not fully give that to you, it is okay to mourn it.
But I hope you also know this: the love you needed is still something you can experience in your life. Through other people. Through chosen family. Through the way you learn to treat yourself now.
The story does not end at what you did or did not receive growing up.
You are still allowed softness after all of it 🤍
Description: [A video of a woman riding a galloping horse bareback while holding a large rainbow flag.]
i felt like these tags really added to the experience, thanks @cynderxdustypaws for your knowledge
This is one of the most powerful images I have ever seen, and I will reblog it every single time because every single time it brings tears to my eyes.
when you eat a Normal Sandwich (bread meat greens cheese relish) and your body goes ooohhh fuck! oh fuck! what have you done! heartbeat GO! sweating GO! temperature GO! like sorry man I'm just trying to keep you WORKING!!!!!!!! ASS HOLE!
it’s normal for sandwich to make you feel like you’re dying. this is a normal sandwich experience
"Can we please stop falling for shitty rage bait foot fetish cooking videos" should not be a sentence that ever needs to be said, but alas.
Falling for the who and the what now
(so mad i can’t see straight) Yeah i just don’t think chat gpt is a good classroom tool
Have some Palia memes I've made recently:
the amount of brotherly contempt in “the same blastoise” is very relatable
PLEASE listen to this
I have never understood the phrase “dripping with malice” until I heard griffin say “the same blastoise”
I know I’ve reblogged this before but if you haven’t heard it, *please* listen to it. This is one of my favorite MBMBAM clips and I reference it on the regular
why are scissors packaged the way they are it’s like they’re taunting us. Oh wow this is such a difficult awful packaging to get through that seems to cause physical damage to your hands as some sort of sick self defense mechanic, if only i had something to help get through it, something sharp perhaps
what sort of sick twisted game is it trying to play here
LEAVE ME ALONE
“average person eats 3 spiders a year” factoid actualy just statistical error. average person eats 0 spiders per year. Spiders Georg, who lives in cave & eats over 10,000 each day, is an outlier adn should not have been counted
#tapping the reblog button with utmost care because i’m handling a historical artifact (via @malarkiness)
holy shit OP is not only still active but is still making absolutely banger posts in this exact style 11 years later
A 2025 update
Die temu ad die
Hmm. Accidentally looks like latin.
It accidentally is latin
Accidental latin is my new favourite thing.
Found this in the margins of a medieval manuscript.
This is a very charming illustration and I do approve of Accidental Latin, but unfortunately, that is not what this (Fake) Accidental Latin actually says. Google Translate seems to think "temu" is identical to "timor" (infinitive, "to fear"), which would then be conjugated in first-person singular as "timeo" ("I fear"). "Temu" is not a word in Latin. So that is a very weird leap on Google Translate's part to turn gibberish into... something vaguely etymologically similar sounding? Hmm.
Next, "die" does mean "day," though nominative singular is "dies," i.e. "dies irae." It could be conjugated "die" if it was in ablative or locative case, but "die ad die" would mean something more like "day to day." "Ad" is in a "to" direction and "ab" is from, i.e. "ab urbis," and ablative case is used to indicate the movement of a thing. In short, "by" is not really a way to translate "ad"; we might want "per" here? (Through, by means of, etc.)
Not to mention, it would be weird to put one "die" at the start and another at the end The verb also usually goes at the end in Latin sentences, just for that extra bit of fun. So yes, in short, this is not actually Latin, and Google Translate is very bad at Latin in particular. Nonetheless, still charming.
@theshitpostcalligrapher
Agree, @qqueenofhades, except on the matter of breaking “die ad die” apart. It’s a common structure in poetic and oratorical Latin to jam one phrase in the middle of another. I can’t think of an example exactly parallel to this construction, but I could believe a Roman poet would write it!
Ah, that is true. My Latin is of the reading-medieval-documents (particularly charters and/or chronicles) variety, where the sentence and usage structures are often more formulaic and there is less poetic license to move words around. There is obviously far less fixity for word order in Latin, since the conjugations explain how they grammatically relate to each other rather than placement in the sentence. (Coincidentally, this is why I used to say that the best feeling in the world was walking past a Latin classroom and not having to go inside it. Ahem.)
So yes: true that poetical Latin might be more at liberty to split the "die"-s up that far, though "timeo" (verb) is still more likely in most cases to go at the end, which would place them together anyway ("die ad die timeo," "day to day I fear" if translated in strict word order, which would make sense to an English speaker and sound more poetic anyway). Keep in mind, however, that my Latin is a) fairly rusty and b) mostly used for said formulaic legal document reading rather than freeform verse, so don't super-hard quote me on this.
I saw that ablative “die” and that final -u on “temu” and thought of the ablative supine (as in “mirabile dictu”) but as you observe, there isn’t a verb that “temu” could be, and then also, the ablative supine requires an adjective, as far as I know.
But perhaps “temu” is a hapax legomenon (in which case we would need the rest of the text to gloss it) or a scribal error for temeratu, from temero, “I defile or disgrace”. In that case, and in true Tumblr form, I might translate it as “daily I disgrace, in the manner of the day”, with some errors attributable to the scribe.
....oh my god. You might be a genius. Because what else does Tumblr do but daily disgrace [itself, oneself, and/or numerous others] in the manner of the day, and make numerous scribal errors.
how dare you say we error on the scribes
this is what happens when you buy your latin on temu
there's probably a documented name for this phenomenon but a few days ago i had something of a revelation about approaching confrontation when i went after yet another owner of an unleashed dog at a park, this time chasing a rabbit into the reeds where i was crouched and scaring the shit out of me and several birds. the confrontation went exactly as follows:
me: "whose fucking dog is this?"
dog owner: "it's mine!"
me: "are you going to put a leash on that thing?"
DO "yes, i'm working on it."
me "why would you take a dog to a park with wildlife and let it off leash?"
DO: [silence]
me: "why would you do that???"
DO: "because i'm an asshole."
me: "... uh. yeah. good job, because you're an asshole."
i then left, a little bit stunned by that response, and we very pointedly avoided each other for the rest of our respective walks at the park. it occurred to me that what brought out that answer involved not making a single accusation, only demands for an explanation-- not unlike asking someone to explain a tasteless joke, sometimes the best approach to making people realize they've done something stupid is making them explain it themselves.
anyway, dog lady will likely never see this, but cheers to you for admitting you were an asshole. maybe next time you consider letting your high-efficiency rabbit-killing machine off leash you'll think twice and remember the raving maniac that stumbled out of the reeds and publicly humiliated you.
Truth coming out of their grass to shame Susan
I just googled this and… yes, it’s absolutely real.
And there are so many articles and videos and discussions. Like, the scientific community is buzzing about this.
So much research will have to be redone because the data was absolutely compromised, off by orders of magnitude, by using standard lab gloves.
The world is probably not horrifically contaminated by microplastics. Sterile laboratories, however, are contaminated by latex and nitrile gloves.
Thank God someone bothered to check.
I have a wild idea. what if we supported our claims of fact by linking to a reliable source. better yet, what if we went hogwild and just straight up linked to the actual unpaywalled study
Vines Guy was tasked with removing invasives primarily because he has a degree in conservation.
He does not know how to identify invasives.
VG: what plant is this?
Me: -runs hands through it a few times- immature amur honeysuckle. Get rid of it.
VG: what about this one? Seek says its a cabbage.
Me: -breaks a stem- milkweed. Keep it.
VG: what about this one?
Me: -rolls a leaf in my fingers, smells it, eats it-
VG:
Me: horseweed. Not invasive, but really aggressive. Not bad to pull it.
VG: you just ate that?????
At lunch-
VG: I cant believe you ate that before you knew what it was.
Me: I had an idea what it was. None of the lookalikes are poisonous, so it was either horseweed or something else in the dicot family. Then when I smelled the leaves and it was spicy I figured it out.
VG: I was always told not to eat wild plants because it could be poison ivy.
Me: I mean, I was told that, too. But then I learned how to identify poison ivy. And then I started reading about medicinal and edible plants, learned what has lookalikes and whats obvious. Turns out a lot of invasives and 'weeds' are edible- horseweed, purselane, plantain, dandelion...
VG: but not ALL of the plant is edible.
Me: I mean... some arent worth eating, but all parts of dandelions are edible.
VG: what?
Me: ...where did I lose you?
VG: even the leaves????
Me: people put them in salads. My dad likes dandelion wine made out of the flowers. If you dry the roots up the make a tea that apparently is good for your liver.
VG: hey I found this picture of you.
I would like to note Iroh does get poisoned in that episode. admittedly, your situations are very different.
The difference between me and uncle iroh is ive watch other people poison themselves while foraging and chose not. To do that.
What do you mean “chat” is now referring to ChatGPT and not twitch chat? What? What? What the fuck? No?
When I address chat I am speaking to a presumed Greek chorus of real human people shitposting on their lunch break, not a machine that devours lakes to covert electricity into slop.
