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Reblog if you will never. Ever. Use AI in your writing.
I love dandelions!
*puts a dandelion in your hair*
Reblog to put a dandelion in prev's hair
"There's no thought crimes and no thought heroisms" is honestly such a good piece of life advice.
You could be having the most fucked up problematic thoughts 24/7 but if you treat people with kindness, the good you do is the only thing that matters. But if you have only the purest thoughts and all the correct beliefs, it doesn't matter one bit if you spend most of your time being an asshole to people.
Spin the wheel. Now, imagine you're on a first date with someone who says they`re a [result]. How does this affect the odds of a second date?
100% guarantee I'll want a second date
It's significantly more likely
The odds don't change
It's significantly less likely
There wont be a second date. Absolutely not
Picker Wheel is a wheel spinner for a random picker. Various functions & customization. Enter choices or names, spin the wheel to decide a r
(anon submission)
In Super Mario 64, the Eyerok boss does not actually have to be defeated with punches or other attacks, and actually has a hitbox that can be reached just by jumping.
This allows for a particularly stylish way of defeating the boss seen in the footage, whereby it is hit exclusively with wall kicks.
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you solve the mystery of what to have for dinner one night and you think "hell yeah case closed forever" WRONG there is a dinner mystery the next night too
What does RPF stand for?
real people fucking? i think
ugh this picture of a snake peeking around a doorway is my fave this snake just looks so nice
why is this post completely broken in every way imaginable
Broken notes… deactivated account… removed image….
Finally, we have them all.
In addition: OP’s name is just… gone. No “[insert username]-deactivated[insert a bunch of numbers]” as is the standard for deactivated blogs.
Just the world “deactivated.” Look upon their post, ye mighty, and despair.
It’ll be almost impossible to find this post unless it wanders across your dash.
It wandered across mine. I shall help it travel forward.
this is not a place of honor
Oh hey post of Ozymandius, good to see you again standing on your feet in a desert where no one remembers you
Justice and Six of Pentacles
You may be eligible to receive a very small amount of compensation, as part of a class-action lawsuit.
Your job now is surviving the feeling
Glad it’s not just me
The first time I saw this video I didn't reblog or save it anywhere and it's been genuinely impossible to find again. I searched every variation of "dyke falling apart car bentley review asmr meme" I could come up with on Google and across multiple websites/apps.
So, thanks for putting this back on my dash.
*laughs in Australian*
How dare you leave this in the tags.
smoking the shit that turned the clock wise
Ephraim Moses (Moshe) Lilien, 1874-1925
even as a lifelong fan of “golden age” illustration and art nouveau, it took way too long for me to come across the work of E. M. Lilien! we’ve reblogged two pieces here before (one is our mobile blog header!), but there’s a lot to appreciate.
above is some of his more folkloric/magical/mythical Jewish art, including the gorgeous “Shabbat Queen” (the Shechinah?), two versions of the Leviathan, the priestly blessing, a dybbuk, and a (probably metaphorical) demon!
also, for bonus points, his work is apparently popular with queer men.
[images from multiple sources, but most from Jewish Myth, Magic & Mysticism]
Oh man, I DID NOT KNOW I NEEDED THIS.
@writer-at-the-table
This 1902 piece, “Devil sucks the blood from a sweatshop tailor,” was used to illustrate the German version of Morris Rosenfield’s poem “An der Nähmaſchine,” (“At the Sewing Machine”) found in his Lieder des Ghetto (1902) See: Internet archive, page 31-32. Rosenfield’s poetry was originally in Yiddish.
An der Nähmaſchine. Seht euch den blaſſen Geſellen an, (Look at the pale journeyman there,) Verbraucht iſt ſeine Kraft. (His strength is exhausted) Doch Stund’ um Stund’ und Tag um Tag (Yet hour by hour, day by day) Er ſitzt und näht und ſchafft. (He sits and sews and toils) Viel Monde kommen und ziehen dahin, (Many moons come and pass away) Und Jahr um Jahr vergeht, — (and year after year slips by) Mit krummem Nückgrat, der blaſſe Geſell, (With crooked spine, the pale journeyman) Er ſitzt und näht und näht. (Sits and sews and sews) Es perlt der Schweiß von der heißen Stirn, (Sweat beads on his burning brow) Die Wangen ſind bleich wie der Tod, (His cheeks are as pallid as Death) Ich fühl’s, hier ſchafft nicht Körperkraft, (I feel it, no physical strength works here) Hier lebt und treibt nur die Not. (He is only animated by Need) Manch heißen Tropfen ſaugt gierig die Naht, — (Many a hot drop is ravenously drunk by the seem he stitches) Sein Aug’ wird nicht tränenleer — (His eyes are not yet dry of tears) Und die er näht, von früh bis ſpät, (And the garments he sews, from dusk ‘til dawn) Die Kleider find tränenſchwer… (Are heavy with tears…) Wer kündet grauſe Zukunft mir? (Who will reveal the dread future to me?) Wie lange der bleiche Mann (How much longer shall the pale man) Noch jagen mag das furchtbare Rad? (Drive that terrible wheel?) Wer weiß das Ende, ſagt an? (Who can see the end, who knows?) Ich weiß es nicht. (I do not know) Doch weiß ich wohl: (Yet this I know well:) Wenn den — ob früh, ob ſpät — (When —whether sooner or later—) Die Arbeit erſchlägt, (Work smites him) — ſitzt ein andrer da (Another shall sit there) Und näht und näht und näht . (And sew and sew and sew.)
As we can see by the jewelry and pot belly and the sorry state of the journeyman he parasitizes, the demon is a vampiric metaphor for exploitation of the poor.