it’s like ………. life is not a punishment
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it’s like ………. life is not a punishment
・゚✧. ⋆ *★ ・゚ fran/nunki 22 he/they
Anything for you, my King.
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What is exactly the motivation to stop or question your own privilege if its not Morally Incorrect but rather Just A Thing That Happens! Oops!
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i wish more ancient texts had survived as much as the next guy but can this website cool it with the myth that the destruction of the library of alexandria is the reason for ancient texts not surviving
i mean first of all, we don't know exactly how long it stuck around, but it wasnt destroyed in one fell swoop. caesar's soldiers accidentally set it on fire in the civil war but it survived, it gradually declined in importance during late antiquity, ammianus marcellinus says it had been destroyed at some point before the 4th century, there's a story that some iteration of it was destroyed by caliph omar in the 7th century...
but it also just. wasnt the only place that any of those texts existed. there were lots of other libraries in antiquity. they didnt survive forever either, because most buildings and cities and institutions die. the texts that survived were the ones that people continuously decided to keep copying, even across shifts of institutions and book formats.
the fable youre repeating is popular because edward gibbon and carl sagan and some other people wanted a symbol of the loss of cultural memory (and specifically people liked a story about the destruction of scientific secular knowledge by medieval christian and/or muslim theocracy)
I really appreciate they decided to bake the main trolls relationship as a slow burn. Like I am not joking I am having a blast. pine little branch you will PINE
Being autistic is so awesome
A lot of the dr fandom is very into villifying normal things characters in a video game may do and literally ignore everything else that is actually Evil Stuff
big fan of strattland being a little too comfortable in each others' space and weirding everyone else out completely straight-faced
after a suicide attempt in 2016
“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”
excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13
public call out @nochamp ignores small artists and doesn't reblog their art #cancelthem
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public call out @nochamp ignores small artists and doesn't reblog their art #cancelthem
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