@yellowdalsies - Tumblr Blog

unstoppable force (wanting to be the kindest version of myself) vs unmovable object (all the anger and hatred I have inside myself)

dogmotif-deactivated20240505

yeah they dropped a new love language. yeah a sixth one. its biting

extratragic

i stole this from twitter

im-somewhere-in-the-stratosphere

To all my mutuals whether we talk much or not I love you all

yuyuuyuyuu-deactivated20230726

we need irl subtitles. what are you guys even saying

lilacbreastedroller

wild how like PCOS, endometriosis, vaginismus & hell, even frequent yeast infections are “mysterious” with no well known cause and little to no decent treatment, but we have tons of supposedly well researched body fat removal methods, about 20 different kinds of breast implants, laser hair removal, and 100 different dermatologist recommended anti aging creams. we sure had the money and brainpower to cure those “diseases”

catfunnies

guerrillatech

jeanjauthor

“Unskilled Jobs” are a classist myth used to justify poverty wages.

heavensickness

That strange feeling of longing when you are at a train station, in a 24/7 open market, when you are buying a coke from a vending machine, watching the city lights glow from your window, when you're walking aimlessly on a busy street after 5 pm, that feeling as if something is missing in your life and it will never come back although it was never there in the first place; that inexplicable urban sadness.

tell-ee-why2-deactivated2021050

This is an actual thing in anthropology and urbanism guys!

Marc Auge explained how when we shifted from modernity to what he calls "supermodernity" we ended up creating "non-places". They're the opposite of place, as in they're places with no real identity, and have no real emotional connection with the users. They're there to fulfil a specific need and that's it. It's places like gas station, metro station and supermarkets, places where you go and you feel so detached, like everything is out of place. (The name of the book is "Non-Places: Introduction to an Anthropology of Supermodernity" it's really interesting)

Rem Koolhaas also has a similar concept called Junkspaces, which are basically spaces that are born out of a capitalistic lifestyle, where everything is about selling and being bigger and more. Like malls and airports, and most big buildings. It's places that are empty, that tend to cut you off from the outside world and have no real connection to the users other than functionality. He also talked about the struggle of identity and city planning in Asian cities specifically in his essay "the generic city" and talks about how a lack of identity can lead to "empty" cities and this "urban sadness" op was talking about

tilthat

TIL the first known case of “dying from laughing” involved the greek man called Chrysippus, who, after giving figs to his donkey, cried out “Now give the donkey a drink of pure wine to wash down the figs”, had a fit of laughter afterwards and died.

via reddit.com

honted

pretty funny i guess

pastabot

had to be there

llamallover

Translation is always tricky, but I remember this slightly different:

Figs were an imported delicacy at the time, and the donkey just managed to eat them (without being given any on purpose). Seeing a donkey eating several times their own value in figs, the philosopher looked to his servant who might have been standing there either in shock, despair, or both, and said something along the lines of “Oh don’t just stand there. Get him some (undiluted) wine to wash the figs down with”. With (undiluted) wine also being an expensive drink.

I feel like that context makes it funnier. Basically like standing in front of your burning mansion with a butler, meeting their eyes, and telling them that you still feel a little chilly and ask them if they could put on an extra log or two.

commandtower-solring-go

idk what’s funnier, the burning house situation, or being the butler as you watch your master laugh so hard at his own joke that he fully fucking dies.

daenerys-targaryen

midnight rain… it rains when you’re here and it rains when you’re gone. I’m right here hoping that you’ll come in with the rain. rain came pouring down when I was drowning. meet me in the pouring rain. can’t help if if I wanna kiss you in the rain. there’s something bout the way the streets look when it’s just rained. what a rainy ending given to a perfect day. I do recall now the smell of the rain. I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain. stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain. trying to see through the rain coming down. now my eyes leak acid rain on the pillow where you used to lay your head. show me a gray sky, a rainy cab ride. and when we had that fight out in the rain. but he leaves you out like a penny in the rain. all I know is pouring rain. we bless the rains on cornelia street. but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me. you paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain.