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i’m going to start saying “sorry i was stimming” in an indiana jones voice forever now
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No nuance because the reason I made this poll is that people seem to have very black and white opinions on the matter
Why would you hate Ilya? That's literally #MyIlya.
Like what would you even say to hate on him? Like oh no, he's too funny and sexy and his dick is too big? Be for real.
Fuck amatonormativity. Be your own dead wife
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Has anyone noticed that translating poetry is not easy
It's kind of like if you were in unrequited love with the crossword puzzle
TIL a family in Georgia claimed to have passed down a song in an unknown language from the time of their enslavement; scientists identified the song as a genuine West African funeral song in the Mende language that had survived multiple transmissions from mother to daughter over multiple centuries (x)
In 1997 Amelia’s daughter, Mary Moran, and other members of the Moran family were invited to Sierra Leone, West Africa, where they were welcomed in Freetown by Sierra Leone’s President and then flown by helicopter to the country’s interior. There, in the small village of Senehun Ngola, Mary and Bendu Jabati met and sang this song together for the first time. Years earlier, Bendu’s grandmother had told her that this song, which had been passed down in her village from mother to daughter for centuries, would one day reunite her to long-lost relatives.
In addition to finding out where in Africa her ancestors were abducted into slavery, Mary Moran discovered the meaning of the Mende song: a processional hymn for the final farewell to the spirit, it was sung in Senehun Ngola by women as they prepared the body of a loved one for burial.
(The OP's link leads to a site with a recording of the song sung by both Mary Moran and her mother, Amelia)
Original link seems to be broken, but a quick search led me to this very touching accounting of the full story of how Mary Moran was able to find the village her great great grandmother was taken from:
In 1990, scholars found a Sierra Leonean woman who remembered a nearly identical version of a tune passed down by a Georgia woman’s enslaved
Studying the hundred years war so I can study the war of the roses so I can read Shakespeare so I can read Macchiavelli so I can study the 30 Years War so I can appreciate Rembrandt so I can understand the rise of colonialism as a means of European hegemony so I can read Victor Hugo so I can read Marx so I can read Edward Said so I can read Dune so I can read Fevre Dream so I can read ASOIAF so I can write au fanfiction on the internet
“When we were kids, the Phonics Wizard came to our town to show off how the letter E can change the sounds of vowels. He turned a can into a cane, a pin into a pine. This one kid had a cap and he changed it into a cape, that kind of thing.
“And we loved it, we were all having a great time, but then he saw my sister and I, and he just got this - this look in his eyes, and then-”
She hesitated, worrying the coarse material between her fingers. “Things got pretty bad after that,” she muttered. “I know it’s silly, but I try to keep - her - comfortable. We don’t know if she can still hear us, or see us, or if she’s even still in here, but I like to think she is. I talk to her when I can, I leave music on when I’m out of the house. I tried to convince my parents to bring her with us when we went to Disneyland, but they didn’t - didn’t really take that well.”
After a moment, she put the ball of twine back onto its pillow. “Anyways. They tried to arrest the Phonics Wizard, but he had a plan in case something went wrong and he turned it into a plane and flew away.”
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the crazy thing about tumblr for me is that it really is the last place in my life where i hold absolutely zero social capital. At one point in my life I had a few mutuals on tumblr and we would like,,, post at each other and send asks, but as it stands I'm mostly just posting into the void. I spent 11 years on this website and I had a great time mostly by myself. Is this a good thing? Probably idk
but anyway, i was thinking about this because I habitually role play as a school teacher-type as part of my internal monologue and it keeps almost tricking me into posting like,,, life advice on here as if anyone's gonna see it LET ALONE take the advice like,, calm down dude no one's here
the crazy thing about tumblr for me is that it really is the last place in my life where i hold absolutely zero social capital. At one point in my life I had a few mutuals on tumblr and we would like,,, post at each other and send asks, but as it stands I'm mostly just posting into the void. I spent 11 years on this website and I had a great time mostly by myself. Is this a good thing? Probably idk
activists doing radio interviews you will never be safe from me. All it takes is a slight urge and a stiff wind and I'll be listening to an 8 year old soundcloud recording of a Free The Nipple organiser in Byron Bay advertising their protest, all that and I'm taking notes too
Removing the tumblr app from my phone for the first time since I downloaded it in 2015. Feels like dumping my baby in the river 😭
i am largely out of touch with a lot of stuff and dont even know where it came from, but sorry nothing said or done will make me hate on 6/7 as meme. its part of the time honored tradition of dumb jokes that exist entirely to be dumb jokes that annoy your teacher. its added to the canon of Funny Numbers and in such an unavoidable way (69 and 420 are way up there so its rarer to see them in the wild, and neither 6 & 9 or 4 & 2 & 0 are naturally next to each other when counting, but you are forced to say 6/7 before you even finish counting on your fingers, no matter what, which is hilarious). as a moral and political stance i feel its important to protect the youth's right to whimsy and mischief, for therein lies the true democratic spirit suppressed by the state. gen alpha get behind me
(XKCD 3184)
paper and pen seems so powerful now. on account of all the. surveillance
Today I woke up at 2 AM. Instead of falling back asleep my brain decided to conjure up these images which haunted my mind palace until properly expelled