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@theywaitamongthestars
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“Tiny pug happy food dance”
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Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.
I have been waiting for this post all my life.
They are indeed purple, But one thing you’ve missed: The concept of “purple” Didn’t always exist.
Some cultures lack names For a color, you see. Hence good old Homer And his “wine-dark sea.”
A usage so quaint, A phrasing so old, For verses of romance Is sheer fucking gold.
So roses are red. Violets once were called blue. I’m hugely pedantic But what else is new?
My friend you’re not wrong About Homer’s wine-ey sea! Colours are a matter Of cultural contingency;
Words are in flux And meanings they drift But the word purple You’ve given short shrift.
The concept of purple, My friends, is old And refers to a pigment once precious as gold.
By crushing up molluscs From the wine-dark sea You make a dye: Imperial decree
Meant that in Rome, to wear purpura was a privilege reserved
For only the emperor!
The word ‘purple’, for clothes so fancy, Entered English By the ninth century
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Why then are voilets Not purple in song? The dye from this mollusc, known for so long
Is almost magenta; More red than blue. The concept of purple is old, and yet new.
The dye is red, So this might be true: Roses are purple And violets are blue
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While this song makes me merry, Tyrian purple dyes many a hue From magenta to berry And a true purple too.
But fun as it is to watch this poetic race The answer is staring you right in the face: Roses are red and violets are blue Because nothing fucking rhymes with purple.
Hirple - To limp or walk awkwardly
Cirple - An old Scots word for the hindquarters of a horse
“Roses are red, violets are purple,
My boner for you has caused me to hirple.”
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My, how romantic!
Otter teaches human how to pet him.
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I just lost my entire shit
Fucking superb you funky little death omen
French Bulldog argues bedtime
I AM TOO FILTHY TO WATCH SOMETHING AS PURE AS THIS
@ghostsgf
HE WENT RIGHT TO SLEEP IM UGLY CRYING
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this is so funny
May your next period be light and end quickly
This is literally now my favorite post ever, because its become thousands of reblogs consisting of passing on good fortune. Meanwhile many of y’all added your own comments saying your thanks, and continuing the chain by adding your own little bit of wishful thinking. You are all wonderful.
may you not leak even once
NOT EVEN when you sneeze or cough!
may you always have what you need when you need it.
May you have no cramps.
May you have no headaches
may you start in your own home/somewhere you are comfortable, in your least favourite underwear and with plenty of pads/tampons on hand
may dysphoria not get to you !
^^^may you still feel valid!
and no weeping and crying over commercials.
May your cramps not cause you to throw up!
May your cramps not keep you from going about your day!
May that chocolate you crave, you know, that one specific kind, be within your reach.
May it happen on a day where you have nothing to do.
May you never have 2 in the same month
May a boy never call you gross for talking about your cramps
Dbdjkreeoem
I just took the deepest sigh
The laugh was what sold me
This is amazing
sometimes you’ve just got to hold on to the little things