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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Today's Document
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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almost home
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
trying on a metaphor
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Not today Justin
#extradirty
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Peter Solarz
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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@thejenster17
We sharing anaesthetic stories?? I had to have dental surgery when i was in middle school.
According to my mom and sister the very first thing i did upon waking up was BOLT upright and proceed to try and shove my ENTIRE fist in my mouth as fast as possible.
I had to be physically stopped, and i proceeded to sob my eyes out for the next 20 minutes. Somehow, i didnt damage anything 🤣
sorry that imagery is so vivid i just..
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hey op I’m fucking dying at these
Ohana
okay but I did not know that there is a story about f. scott fitzgerald nervously showing ernest hemingway his penis because zelda said he couldn’t satisfy a woman with it and ernest hemingway was like “lol no dude you’re fine”
what are the modernists even
the best part of that story in context is that before they pull out their dicks, hemingway spends the better part of a chapter physically describing fitzgerald in great detail, claiming to be grossed out by him but obviously, obviously uncomfortably attracted
oh my god, it got better. I just went to find an excerpt and
Scott was a man then who looked like a boy with a face between handsome and pretty. He had very fair wavy hair, a high forehead, excited and friendly eyes and a delicate long-lipped Irish mouth that, on a girl, would have been the mouth of a beauty. His chin was well built and he had good ears and a handsome, almost beautiful, unmarked nose. This should not have added up to a pretty face, but that came from the coloring, the very fair hair and the mouth. The mouth worried you until you knew him and then it worried you more.
ernest hemingway calm down and control your thirst a little
“The mouth worried you until you knew him and then it worried you more“ is a hell of a line
No Homo: A Literary Masterpiece
What’s amazing about this is that Hemingway’s writing is never this good in any other situation
I’M FUCKING H O W L I N G I LOVE
THE MOUTH WORRIED YOU UNTIL YOU KNEW HIM AND THEN IT WORRIED YOU MORE.
Hemingway described Fitzgerald with all the passion and distinction with which I wish men would write women.
this is absolutely the best thing i have read all day
And this is tiktok we need
WHERE WAS THIS WHEN I NEEDED IT?????
My boss doesn’t take me seriously because I’m the youngest in the office by a decade and spend most of my time making his life hell (unrelated problems).
Yesterday he asked me to help him with a problem with a program we use but wasn’t actually listening to me when I tried to help, so it wasn’t working. He asked who the expert on this program was in our office and I told him it was me. He asked who the expert was within the organisation and I told him it was me. He sent me out of his office saying he would call IT to fix it. So I very patiently went back to my desk, where my phone rang a minute later, with IT asking me to help someone who had a problem with the program.
The sheer unadulterated joy I felt making direct eye contact with my manager through the glass wall of his office whilst I answered his phone call will fuel me for WEEKS.
i cannot stand this i keep seeing op’s face like this in my mind
lions are like transgendering lol
Explain
LOL theyre just transgedering :)
Game over, Republicans
Oh!!!! I got to see the first one in person, actually! She’s Mmamoriri from Mombo in Botswana! She was beautiful! And her pride is the group of lions often featured in nature documentaries since their main prey is cape buffalo, a huge and incredibly dangerous animal, resulting in some truly incredible battles between the species.
According to my guide, it was likely she had internal testes along with her external female genitalia, resulting in an increased testosterone level! It’s especially interesting just how dark her mane is, as black manes tend to only present in males with high testosterone. Fascinatingly, it presents not just as a mix of male and female physical traits, but also behaviors!
Here’s a picture I took of Mmamoriri (left) with a male from her pride. As you can see, she’s got the full striking mane, but her face and body are much smaller than the male’s.
Apparently this mix of traits has made her EXTREMELY popular within the pride. She hunts and cares for the young with the lionesses, which helps greatly since her larger stature is a major asset in taking down the formidable buffalo they feed on, but also roars and has a mane, and is therefore able to chase off hyenas (which tend to be stronger than female lions and harass them/steal food/kill cubs) with the males. Mmamoriri has fully diversified her portfolio!
So she’s a kickass intersex lion who says fuck no to gender roles and in doing so has become a major asset to her pride!
It is, unfortunately, probably the result of inbreeding in her pride, which is cut off from wider populations by virtue of living on an island in the Okavango. She is infertile, like the previous maned lioness in the pride, Martina.
do u ever realise that you’re gonna be an adult for the rest of your life
There are so many other words in the english language and you just had to go and say these
a few months ago I was on a plane flying across the U.S. I had a couple friends with me, but we weren’t seated together, so I was sat between a middle-aged businessman and a very elderly man. after takeoff was over I flipped down my tray table and pulled a big ol’ book out of my bag, with a couple pencils and stickynotes, and set to work preparing for my upcoming exams. next to me, the old man pulled a book out of his bag and set it out on his tray table. we smiled at each other, a sparkling moment of inter-generational mutual understanding - there’s probably a fifty-year age gap between us, and your life experience has not been anything like mine, but for the next hour we’re both gonna sit quietly and read our books. once the flight landed and I’d taken my headphones out and was starting to pack up, he asked me what I was reading and if I was in school - my furious underlining and constant reference to the endnotes probably gave me away. I explained what I was working on. “When I was a young man I used to read big books like that,” he told me, cheerfully. “Now I read stuff like this.” his book was a beautiful, illustrated Grimm’s Fairytales.
in the course of a whole life, we do return to childhood. we think of this as a curse, because we’re so afraid of not being independent, of needing help to do things we once did alone. but it is also a gift.
Reminds me of the 90 year-old woman who was in my Women of Grace bible study. She was elegant and charming, still lived on her own and her entire wardrobe consisted of clothes that she had sewn herself. She sheepishly admitted to us that she often stayed awake into the early hours of the morning because she was too engrossed in her books - which happened to be fairy tales.
“When I was ten, I read fairy tales in secret and would have been ashamed if I had been found doing so. Now that I am fifty, I read them openly. When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”
CS Lewis
My heart 🖤
I know it’s been books so far but I remember waiting for a flight in Memphis for thanksgiving break in uni and I happen to pull out my sketch book and started uselessly doodling my own characters.
Across from me was an older woman, probably 70-ish(?) with a sketch book of her own with glittery stickers on the front. When I stood up I got a glance at what she was drawing,
It was a princess, holding hands with a prince in a very beautiful and detailed style.
I’m tall, and pretty much mostly all legs. And because of that there are very few instances where my feet don’t touch the ground when I’m sitting.
So let me tell ya, to this day - even at the age of 40 - you get me someplace where my feet don’t touch the ground, and I’m 5 years old again. I swing and kick my legs with the kind of abandoned glee adults rarely allow themselves.
It doesn’t matter what childish thing you have or feel you have to put away: don’t. Keep doing whatever makes you happy because adulthood is nothing more than a construct of what society tells you you’re supposed to do. But really? You can do anything you want as long as it brings you joy.
oh my god will it fucking kill you to say “they”
my pronouns are now (s)t(he)y t(h(im)er)m and my gender is entirely up to reader interpretation
Schrödinger’s gender.
if i have to foil your pronouns you’re going to algebra jail
introduced my mom to pirating websites now she’s watched “so many movies I haven’t seen in years! for free!” and she wants me to “tell your internet followers about this!”
she does want me to warn you “don’t click on those ads with the very pretty ladies!” and that “please tell those lesbians on the internet not to fall for it!”
#as a lesbian on the internet tell your mom thank you i will be very careful
roomba.
he monch
@manicpixiesdreamdragon we should get this brand of roomba XD
I think out kitties would like it too much
true talent
Friend: Says something.
What I want to say: I’m really interested in what you are saying. As my friend, I support you. I want you to know I am still here, still listening, and still enjoying what we are sharing together. However as this is a topic I myself have no experience with, or little to say or offer, I’m unable to produce much in the way of input from my side. However trust that I still adore listening to you!
What comes out: Yee.
bruh
everything about this… this statue, the choppy waves, the cliffs behind her, the echo, the drumming….. aesthetic
Lyrics in Faroese:
Trøllabundin eri eg eri eg Galdramaður festi meg festi meg Trøllabundin djúpt í míni sál í míni sál Í hjartanum logar brennandi bál brennandi bál
Trøllabundin eri eg eri eg Galdramaður festi meg festi meg Trøllabundin inn í hjartarót í hjartarót Eyga mítt festist har ið galdramaður stóð
English translation:
Spellbound am I, am I The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me Spellbound deep in my soul, in my soul In my heart burns a smouldering fire, smouldering fire
Spellbound am I, am I The wizard has enchanted me, enchanted me Spellbound in my heart’s root, my heart’s root
Did anyone else just get the shivers? Cuz I’m definitely getting the shivers.
Btdubs, the singer is Eivør Pálsdóttir.
Reblogging again for the haunting wizard lyrics
shoutout to the faroe island for being the only real viking island left
I know the islands are owned by Denmark but this reminds me so much of Iceland
Fun fact this woman is trying to single handedly preserve this kind of singing in her culture by performing and making people aware of it because it’s been fading with time and she’s afraid if she doesn’t spread it it will disappear and be lost to future generations
