whither wander you

e—27—she/her

[pilgrimattinkercreek1974]

2023

COLLECT PHYSICAL MEDIA

SAVE RECEIPTS AS ROOM DECOR

READ AND REREAD AND REREAD AND REREAD

LOSE YOUR PHONE

ORANGE

LOSE AMBITION

KILL THE SHAME MAN

DANCE IN THE KITCHEN

WINE AND ESSAYS

BUSES ARE ALIVE

[pilgrimattinkercreek1974]

11. EXAMINE BUGS

12. DO NOT FALL PREY TO THE SITUATIONSHIP

13. EMBRACE COMPETITION BUT RESIST COMPARISON

14. NO ONE IS WATCHING

15. ELECTRICITY IS A LIVING BODY

16. MARTYRDOM IS A COWARDS DREAM

17. VALUE UNKNOWING

18. ASSIST THE EARTH IN DECREATION

19. WE ARE ALL GOING FORWARD

20. NONE OF US ARE GOING BACK

[despazito]

I think it's so important to have a "nature" calendar in your head, like a way of tracking time that's completely separate from anything work or obligation related, not holidays or anything stressful. For instance I look forward to august because at 8pm every night house finches hang around my window for a few weeks. In spring I love waiting for the magnolias to blossom. Just ways of tracking the time with zero stakes that's completely removed from life's zeitgeist and that you really look forward to

[roundo]

I love men that are so hairy they can't even hide it like they have hairy ass forearms and it's creeping up their wrists and knuckles and poking out of the collar of their button up shirt... your slutty whore DNA is bursting at the seams. Whore.

[magnetothemagnificent]

My only contribution to this meme

[id in alt text]

[antiprivateeractivist]

"it's okay to live with your parents as an adult if you're disabled" "it's okay if it's a cultural thing" "it's okay if you're trying to save mon-" shh. listen. it is okay for any reason. you don't need to have a justification. if your parents are alright with it and you're alright with it you can just do it. peace and love on planet earth etc etc

[goldentangerines]

every now and then i have to think of the roman family from two thousand years ago that buried their little daughter in a boy’s athletic-themed sarcophagus and i weep a little because that’s the softest declaration of love i can possibly imagine

[goldentangerines]

i am once again emotional and sleep deprived so let me elaborate to make myself feel better.

octavia paulina was a six year old girl whose sarcophagus was found in her family’s tomb at via triumphalis in rome, dated roughly around the third century a.d. her parents mourned her mors immatura, her premature death, by having the wall behind her sarcophagus painted with the image of a giant meadow with children and a chariot pulled by doves accompanied by hermes leading an unconscious girl into afterlife. (to my knowledge, the doves and the fact that they were led by hermes was a symbol for hope.)

the sarcophagus itself shows athletic competitions between girls and boys alike, and in the most important one on the front, octavia paulina appears as the winner (a palm branch in her hand, which is meant to symbolize her strength and honor, her virtus). her opponent is sitting on the floor, upset. what really stands out is that octavia paulina’s parents ordered a common sarcophagus that was usually used to bury boys with athletic interests or futures but then proceeded to have it remodeled — smaller heads and genitalia cut off etc — to include girls in the relief.

i just get very soft when i think about parents ordering a sarcophagus for their little daughter who think it’s perfect for her and who remodel it to make it even more accurate for her. the thought of parents more than 1.700 years ago thinking their six year old daughter deserves a sarcophagus that fits her personality (rather than what was expected of her as a young girl of the time) despite none being available and then ordering for it to be altered makes me wanna scream because it’s such a human and caring thing to do. maybe octavia paulina even had a say in this because it took weeks to months to make a sarcophagus this detailed.

disclaimer: a lot of this messy little thing was transcribed from what my professor has told us in his sarcophagus class and this article; this is just a rambling post, it isn’t detailed or well put or structured properly, and not fit for scientific research.

[onehandedly]

In 2000 a Roman tomb from the first century DC was found in Grottaferrata, near Rome.  Inside there were two sarcofagi in white marble identifying their occupants. Both people had died in summer, albeit years apart from each other, and had been preserved (an unusual detail that suggests they might have been followers of the cult of Isis).  They were mother and son, other inscriptions tell us the tomb had been commissioned by the woman’s younger daughter (the half sister of the man) Antestia Balbina. 

The young man, Carvilio Gemello, was around 18 when he died, likely as a consequence of a bone fracture in his leg. The woman, Aebutia, was around forty forty-five when she died and was buried wearing this ring (now housed in the Palestrina Archeological museum)

Behind the quartz window we can still see the face of Carvilio Gemello engraved in a golden miniature that his mother commissioned. 

In a way, Aebutia and the parents of Octavia Paulina, succeeded in defying death with their acts of love.  After thousands of years we can still see the face of Carvilio Gemello like his mother last saw him, know that Octavia Paulina was an athletic little girl beloved by her family. Life was unkind to both so those who loved them tried to make sure memory wouldn’t be. 

[retreat-to-your-mood]

[thenighttrain]

it’s crazy how i don’t know what any of you do for school/uni/work? who are you guys outside of tumblr? what do you work as?? 

[utterly-in-like-deactivated2023]

I’m shook at prev tags ur a CHEF?!? Was NOT expecting that tbh-

[kryptonitejelly]

i was legit thinking about this today - what do you guys do (if you are comfortable sharing) - are you in school (if so, what are you studying) ? taking a break? figuring things out? working (if so, what?)

i genuinely want to know (it makes me feel like i know you all that much more)

[somecunttookmyurl]

i can tell i’m sleep deprived bc i just made myself cry about tutankhamun and i have, like, negative interest in the kid

[somecunttookmyurl]

have now made the rest of the discord cry about this little boy who had multi-coloured ducks sewn onto a tunic that he loved so much he wore it to a Very Important Event because he was EIGHT and have you SEEN my DUCKS

[somecunttookmyurl]

sorry no i’m not done i’m gonna make you all cry some more i’m bringing you down with me

there was once a little boy.

he is born disabled. his body hurts, and he can’t walk properly the way the other children do. he doesn’t understand why. he’s a little boy. but he plays with wooden boats and pulls toys on a string.

somebody makes him a tunic. they sew ducks onto it in red and green and yellow and blue. the bright colours of a child.

the little boy is eight years old, and he’s going to be king now. there’s a big ceremony about it. he doesn’t really fully understand what’s going on, because he’s eight, but he wears the tunic with the brightly coloured ducks for the occasion because he loves it. look at his ducks! aren’t they great?

he is a child. the adults around him manipulate and coax him to gain more power for themselves. he still plays with toys.

as a teenager, not yet an adult, he fathers children. they do not survive. he’s not even old enough to have full agency in his job and is still being manipulated, but he had babies and they died.

he does not make it to his twenties. at eighteen or nineteen years old he dies, and is buried. his babies, so tiny, are buried with him.

and so is his tunic with the little ducks that he loved so much he kept it long after it no longer fit.

there was once a little boy.

[somecunttookmyurl]

yeah i think that like. especially with historical figures in your mind people who were kings and queens or important nobles were adults. even if you know how old they were it doesn’t really click. it doesn’t seem real

but then you get something like a little tunic with brightly coloured ducks on it and it hits you like a fucking truck that this really was a little kid and no matter how far removed you are a little kid is still a little kid. their brains didn’t develop any quicker back then. he was just as developed/mature mentally as any 8 year old now. he had cartoonish animals on his clothes and he played with toy boats and probably terrorised the local cat population.

tutankhamun was a child and he didn’t make it to adulthood because he was unfortunate enough to be a very important child

his dad died when he was 8. he saw his own babies die when he was still just a boy himself.

but he had brightly coloured little ducks on his favourite shirt, and he kept it.

[somecunttookmyurl]

and he did not just keep the duckie shirt either

tutankhamun had a little pair of sandals with ducks on them. he had earrings decorated with ducks. he kept those, and other items of childhood clothing. some toys. keepsakes. things he loved, and treasured. he kept them all in a little wooden chest. the chest… was carved with ducks.

and that little duck chest, filled with things he kept from his childhood, was buried with him. maybe he was keeping them for the little babies who did not make it. maybe they just reminded him of good days and fun times.

but he was a little boy who thought ducks were just the best

[somecunttookmyurl]

WITH PLEASURE

(greyscale makes it hard but the duck head is on the right above the toe strap. always takes me a while to find it too)

[beggars-opera]

[3liza]

the counterpoint to the millennial experience of thinking adult life would involve a lot more quicksand is that it turns out evil doomsday cults really are behind a lot of stuff irl. kind of a neat consolation prize

[former-portland-mando]

@portraitoftheoddity my dear friend... What?

Please explain and tell us your tale. You've apparently lived what so many of us feared to dream.

[portraitoftheoddity]

So, seven years or so ago, when I had been broken up with my fiancé for like, 4 years and was in the middle of my slut phase, my parents decided that the money they had set aside for 'wedding budget' was better used on a family vacation to Iceland, which was honestly 100% the right decision.

While we were there, we ended up hiking on a glacier with a guide, which was pretty fucking cool.

Now a thing about Iceland is it's volcanic af, so the glaciers all kinda look like cookies & cream, with a whole lot of very dark, very fine volcanic ash mixed in and striated with the ice. Ice which is also full of deep moulins and crevasses and other holes, and which forms a lot of runoff water when you're there in the middle of summer.

Turns out, ash is a very fine granular material!

Our guide, Víðarr, was very particular about us only stepping where he stepped, since he was very good at determining what was safe, solid ice, and what wasn't. The day was going pretty well with a gorgeous hike across this glacier, until I took a step about 8 inches to the left of where Víðarr stepped.

Quicksand is: "a colloid consisting of fine granular material (such as sand, silt or clay) and water."

Ash is a very fine granular material!

What looked like ground was in fact quicksand, which I learned very quickly as I was schloped into freezing glacial quicksand up to my thigh and made a very undignified sound.

Víðarr, being a professional, immediately leapt into action, holding out his ice axe for me to grab on to so he could yank me out to safety (with a lot more schlorping noises).

My parents, being jerks (affectionate), told him "no no no, put her back in, we need a picture!!!" because they were laughing their asses off at my predicament.

I, being surprised, wet, cold, and very startled that quicksand was an actual problem in my life, mostly continued to make undignified and distressed sounds.

So anyway, that's how my non-wedding lead to me falling in quicksand on top of a glacier downwind of a volcano, and summarily hiking several miles in one frozen and ash-black pantleg and boot across the Icelandic countryside to the immense entertainment of my family. And if a dude named Víðarr tells you to only step where he steps, ONLY STEP WHERE HE STEPS.

[iamnotlanuk]

[pacificnorthwesterngothic]

So I noticed from one shot that this seems to maybe be somewhere around Tacoma, WA. We shouldn’t try to turn this into a pilgrimage site unless this dude specifically says it’s chill, but if he does release the location… it would be funny to make it a pilgrimage site

[delphinidin4]

Tons more at the source!

[steeleyespan]

[leopardheart-deactivated2023022]

[theofficialvladimirputin]

Does anyone have a link to the France v Morocco match???

[shiisiln]

Thank god MST3K exists so that every time I think “were all old movies just gorgeous, or is it the survivorship bias?” I can watch a few episodes and go “it’s the survivorship bias.”

[storyoflight]

[zombeesknees]

#can people stop hiring paul bettany to be ice cold and whispery  #and hire him again to be A HYPER CON ARTIST STAND-UP EMCEE AGAIN  #pls and thnk u

[bookgeekgrrl]

#TOOODAY #you find yourselves EQUALS #for you are all equally blessed #for I have the pride #the PRIVILEGE #NAY!!! #the PLEASURE #of introducing to you…… a knight….. SIRED by knights #A knight who can trace his lineage back……… before Charlemagne. #I first met him on a mountaintop pRAYING TO GOD #asking for forgiveness! #for the Saracen blood split by his sword. NEXT #he amazed me still futher #in Italy! #when he saved a fatherless beauty from the would-be ravishings of her DREADFUL TURKISH UNCLE #[dramatic pause] #He spent a year #……in silence……. #just to better understand the sound……… of a whisper? #AND SO #without any further gilding of the lily and with no more ado #I give you the Seeker of Serenity! #the Protector of Italian Virginity #the Enforcer of our Lord God #the One #the Only #SIR UUUUUUUUUUURLICH VON LICHTENSTEIN