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if i look back, i am lost

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Origami Around
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Peter Solarz
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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

shark vs the universe

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
almost home
NASA
EXPECTATIONS

Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
Sade Olutola
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane

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@zaipri88
you don’t realize how important lunch is until you’re wandering around thinking about how unloveable and untalented and uniquely cursed you are and then it’s 4pm and you finally eat lunch and you go Oh. oh right.
lot of people commenting on this post like "who eats lunch at 4pm that's a terrible time to eat lunch" yes. that is the point. 4pm lunch is inadvisable. 4pm lunch is not the ideal. 4pm lunch makes the mind demons real.
it doesn’t have to be good it just has to be done
The phrase "They don't want it perfect, they want it Friday" does wonders for my productivity.
I tell this story all the time but I'll tell it again! When I taught kindergarten full time, we had a working bee one weekend where we did a bunch of gardening/landscaping in the outdoor area. One of the dads put up a bit of fencing, then stood back and had a look, kind of frowning like he wasn't sure. His wife then came along, and the following conversation ensued:
Wife: GETMO? Husband: (after a moment, with a sigh) Yeah, GETMO. Me: GETMO? Wife and husband, in perfect unison: Good Enough To Move On
Absolutely LIFE CHANGING acronym, friends and enemies.
America's dark history.
Vietnam War (1955-1975): An estimated 2 to 3 million Vietnamese, mostly civilians, were killed.
Korean War (1950-1953): Approximately 2.5 million Korean civilians were killed (in both North and South Korea), and most North Korean cities were completely destroyed.
Philippine-American War (1899-1902): More than 200,000 Filipino civilians were killed; some estimates put the number at one million due to famine and war-related diseases.
In addition to Hiroshima and Nagasaki: The death toll is estimated at around 140,000. Of these, approximately 70,000 to 80,000 died instantly in the first moments of the explosion due to the immense heat and pressure.
Bombing Tokyo: Operation Meetinghouse: In a single night (March 9-10, 1945), American incendiary raids killed approximately 100,000 Japanese civilians and turned Tokyo into an inferno—a number exceeding the direct casualties of the atomic bomb hiroshima.
Invasion of Iraq (2003): The invasion and the ensuing chaos and civil war led to the killing of hundreds of thousands of Iraqis, with estimates ranging from 200,000 to more than one million according to different studies.
Israel's war on Gaza, supported and funded by America: More than 70,000 Gazans, mostly children and women, have fallen victim to this brutal aggression, genocide, and ethnic cleansing, with over 150,000 wounded and injured, and approximately 15,000 missing under the rubble. All of this is due to systematic bombing, starvation, and destruction.
And now the American war on Venezuela
While the United States can arrest the Venezuelan president and his family in the heart of the capital, Hue, simply because they accuse him of drug trafficking and threatening US national security—claiming that America is trying to uphold international law—it simultaneously cannot arrest a war criminal and perpetrator of genocide, and even supports him in Israel. Netanyahu's actions demonstrate America's involvement in the Gaza war, as it is the one supporting Israel with money, weapons, and soldiers.
I JUST REALIZED WE DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT DINOSAURS SOUND LIKE! THEY COULD’VE BEEN SPEAKING FLUENT GERMAN FOR ALL WE KNOW
it’s too early for this late night tumblr shit
GUTEN MORGEN HERR PTERODACTYL
WIE GEHTS FRAU MASTADON
Oh my god neither of those are dinosaurs and there’s 145 million years separating them both, this post is a palaeontological disaster.
This goes here.
hair by nanami
Met an old teacher today and we got talking about ‘the good old times’ and ten minutes into the conversation I jokingly said the one regret I have from middle school is that I never won anything at her magnificent tombolas? Because, like, she used to hold this game about once a month so we’d learn the numbers in French and it was never big prizes, but as a 12-yo I desperately craved them - a cactus-shaped eraser, a bright blue notebook with slightly larger-than-usual squares, a set of coloured pens - and never ever got a single one of them.
(Actually spent a good few months thinking I was genetically unlucky and researching ancient family curses with my grandma.)
So today I don’t know what I was hoping for - nothing, really?
(I mean, that part of me that’s still twelve was probably expecting this sweet old woman to have a set of glitter stickers in her purse and just go ‘You know what, you’re right - I’ve been saving this one for you all these years, here you go’ but I’m a solidly rational person and I know that’s stupid.)
No, I thought we’d just laugh and it would be a good shared memory and that would be it. Instead, my teacher got flustered and a bit embarrassed and explained the game was rigged. It was never about learning French at all. She’d just noticed some kids couldn’t afford even basic stationery, so she’d buy a few half-fancy items every month with her own money just for them. She didn’t want them to feel different or left out. And obviously the way she used to walk around in the classroom, looking over our shoulders - it wasn’t to prevent cheating. It was because she was cheating herself, wanting to see which number a particular child needed to get a Minnie Mouse pencil case.
Guys - the world is fucked up, but so many people out there are just good and kind and humbly heroic it honestly gives me hope.
It’ll be alright, you’ll see.
when you’re out at a restaurant or a coffee shop or a target or whatever with your friends and you overhear/eavesdrop the same snippet of some stranger’s conversation, and you look at each other for a second to check that you both heard this stranger say the same weird/funny/baffling thing and just break out in knowing grins and quiet laughter… that’s a love language
I was eating alone at a mexican restaurant once and a group of college kids were chatting over tortilla chips. There was some jabber and then..
“ ..we had to climb over the bob wire!”
“Dude, did you just say ‘bob wire’?”
“Yea man, that spiky shit!”
“You actually think it’s called bob wire? Like fucking Robert wire? You think it’s called Robert wire?”
“Well what the hell do you think it’s called?”
“It’s BARB wire you idiot! Like Barbara wire!”
*the third guy* “Oh my god. You guys. BARBED wire. Because the wire has barbs, it is BARBED.”
“Oohhhhh!”
“Fucking Robert and Barbara wire. Fuck you guys.”
I hope Robert and Barbara Wire are in a happy and committed relationship.
TNEWTIES
Don't be jealous of me just because I'm reading The Hunchback of Notre Dame on the Nintendo 3DS please.
It is insane to me that timestamps are optional on this webbed site. A major context clue is just opt in so I’ll reblog something from four years ago and people think it’s happening right just now like babe. Enable your timestamps. Why are you stumbling through the world with one eye closed?
Wait how. I thought they just got rid of them????
You gotta opt in.
Genuinely timestamps unlock some of the best experiences on this website. You get to see majestically ancient shitposts still circulating, still funny, and appreciate that this shit was funny in 2014 and is funny now. And you get to see people flip their lids over nonsense that got resolved five years ago.
NESTFEST DAY 2 – mark crying pt 2 + jinyoung
7 or never. 7 or nothing. If it's not seven, it's not GOT7.
king of aegyo
This tweet lives rent-free in my head now. Hands-down the best comment about the relationship between art and artist.
I would reblog this a thousand times if I had the strength to