Has anyone noticed that translating poetry is not easy
It's kind of like if you were in unrequited love with the crossword puzzle

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Has anyone noticed that translating poetry is not easy
It's kind of like if you were in unrequited love with the crossword puzzle
The Color Game. “Humans can’t reliably recall colors. This is a simple game to see how good (or bad) you are at it. We’ll show you five colors, then you’ll try and recreate them.” I scored 39/50 but got a perfect score on one color.
Remembering is less of an issue than navigating the colour slider, tbh.
I took it twice, I have trouble with brown shades apparently
This is a fun game and I like it
I came into the kitchen this morning and my beloved had gotten grapes. They were thoughtfully set out on the counter, rinsed and sitting in a colander.
I happily plucked a grape and popped it in my mouth. Then I paused and stared at the grapes, puzzled. I ate another in the name of science and experienced the same effect.
My beloved popped into the kitchen entryway and anxiously asked, “Is everything… okay?”
I instantly knew the phenomena I had experienced had a root cause and that my beloved wife was responsible.
“They taste like… garlic.”
My wife face crumpled and they cried, “I’m so sorry! I had my leftovers above them and they dripped. I’ve washed them three times and I can’t get it off, and now you won’t eat the grapes!”
I bent over laughing, absolutely hysterical. The first grape I ate I had wondered if I had come in contact with garlic from my hands but the second after a wash had been just as garlicky. Now I knew why.
There were actual tears in my eyes as I straightened and assured them, “It’s okay. I’ll still eat the grapes.”
“There’s a weird oily sheen on them I can’t get off,” my beloved complained.
“I noticed that after the first grape,” I admitted.
I proceeded to keep making breakfast and pulled out the goat cheese my beloved had just purchased. The package was oily to touch and reeked of garlic.
I asked if it had also been under the leftovers and my beloved buried their face in their hands.
I tried to soak them in a water/vinegar mix.
The garlic intensified somehow.
All gays will go to hellsite
What if in hellsite but not gay
NO!
Funniest justification for gay sex thank you Marlon Brando
fake people pleasers when marlon brando arrives
Happy Lunar New Year! Year of the Horse is here!!🐴
horny art is awesome and i think every pervert with an odd and obscure fetish who draws their own porn is a hero
“erm this artist’s style is a little weird…im worried that they might draw fetish art in private…” ok awesome i hope so. i wish Michelangelo painted inflation vore Mario in the sistine chapel instead of boring church shit. who fucking cares !!!!
Every time I see this post come around I giggle about the presentation of Michelangelo, of all people, as the antithesis of fetish art. Dude made a career of offering fetish art up to God as a way of negotiating his own internalized homophobia. His entire artistic corpus is a heart-rending cry of "Lord, why did you make extremely jacked men with glorious butts so beautiful and then declare gay sex forbidden?"
It is true that nowhere in his artistic works is there inflation vore Mario content, though. OP did correctly identify this omission.
Thinking back to the first story I ever started writing down (I was 7 or 8) about a group of stray cats who, every full moon, took the form of human kids. They actually were human kids, who had been killed (all at different times/by different people). Their bodies were each dumped by the side of the road where a cat had been hit by a car previously, and their souls landed in the cats' bodies. Eventually they all found each other and decided that every full moon, when they shifted, they'd try to solve each other's murders one by one. It was going to be a series, with each book focusing on a different kid's murder mystery. I told my mom about it once, briefly, and she said "Those cat books (warrior cats) are making you creepy."
Just finished writing this manuscript, the first story I ever started. 23 years in the making. Never give up, even if your mom calls you creepy 🖤
NEVER GIVE UP PEOPLE WE’RE GONNA GET THE STRAY CATS AND DEAD KIDS STORY
my humor 2016
happy 3 year anniversary of wheeze man
Finally, the original has crossed my dash.
@strangezeroz welcome to tumblr where the app decides when you can be gifted with the sight of og memes, you cannot look for these yourself via the search engine, you won’t find them, you have to wait to be gifted them
For those of you who might be new here, Tumblr has no algorithm, legendary memes are brought to your dash by mutuals like pet cats bringing you dead birds.
The Wageworker, Lincoln, Nebraska, May 31, 1907
The ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything, is "what the fuck is 6 7"
The computer, sadly, misinterpreted the space as multiplication.
Truly the best possible outcome this post could've had
Somebody please give the WSDOT social media folks a raise.
A DHS whistleblower appears to have exposed data on federal immigration workers after the shooting of Renee Good.
Man, it sure would be a pity if this information was circulated widely and people were able to learn the identities of local Nazis and make their lives hell. Gosh. Darn. I'm just verklempt over the idea.
Boy ain’t that the truth
maybe growing up is just becoming who you were at 14 again but learning how to love her this time