#english is difficult

[tortapane]

i really like this gimmick

[coffeeandchemicals]

@redplaid-on-redplaid and I have a birthday coming up. It’s been almost a year since I’ve seen her - the longest we’ve spent apart in our entire lives.

But the last time we were together, we got these fantastic tattoos in celebration of reaching a milestone. 

And now, another birthday is coming up. The older you get, the more you are aware of the passage of time, it steals things from you, and, sure, the alternative is worse, better to experience the moments than have no moments at all.

But don’t you remember when you were six and waiting a year felt like an eternity. Or when you were 12 and just wanted to be 13 so you could start experiencing things that you read about in books? Or 18 and off to university - out to be an adult, but young enough that the decisions you made didn’t seem to matter - there’s always next year you’d tell yourself. Or 25 and hitting that quarter life crisis, where you actually realized that you were going to die - your life was finite, it, like everyone else’s, would reach an end at some point sooner or later, leaving that chasm of fear yawning in your chest at the unknown that follows. 

And now I’m almost 31 and I feel the time slipping through my fingertips, trickling away faster and faster despite clenching my hands tight to try to halt its flow. It’s a liminal age - too old to “still be figuring things out” (but I am), too old to “not be settled down” (but I’m not), too young to actually be my age (I still feel like I’m in my early twenties, making dumb mistakes, still trying to find my identity). But my body keeps telling me it’s ageing - joints ache, eyes get tired, sleep is hard to come by, cynicism is setting in. So, some days I mourn the years that are no more, the choices I’ll never get back, the mistakes I’ve made. On other days, I celebrate those years, the choices I did make, the mistakes that have taken me in a new direction.

Without those years, I would not exist - someone else would be wearing my skin, thinking my thoughts, living my life.

But time is still a thief. And it takes indiscriminately.

And that’s why @redplaid-on-redplaid got this tattooed (in the words of the supremely talented Neil Gaiman): “For Time, the thief, eventually takes all things into [her] dusty storehouse.”

[that-bi-bliophile]

Hi I’m sorry but if you can pronounce “squirrel” why aren’t you even trying to pronounce names in other languages?

[legiitkhajiit]

PSA from LegiitKhajiit:

Chitin is pronounced “kai - tin”.

[beomiracles]

how does one write a synopsis that's esoteric but also doesn't bore the life out of you?

[thespliffbunker]

[shitty-sign-shrine]

close! try again

[wullfric]

I really enjoy the way Umineko "magic" mimics real life magic

It uses all this flashy magic battles and hot anime goats in order to distract from or diffuminate the facts

Similarly, a magician centers the public's attention on their left hand by doing flashy gestures and throwing pretty confetti while their right hand does the real trick (like taking out a hidden card or something)