It’s like. Imagine you threw a fist-sized rock at the empire state building and the entire thing and everything inside it collapsed into dust. That’s what the existence of human death feels like
Like this sounds wild but like. hear me out. a person is such a ridiculously infinitely complicated web of thoughts and feelings and beliefs and such an unbelievably huge amount of knowledge and the idea that you can destroy that by holding a pillow over someone’s face for three minutes is absolutely surreal. The idea that you can remove knowledge and emotion and memory from the world with a physical object is literally unbelievable. people are literally infinitely huge and complex and the fact that you can kill the person by killing the body is wild. I’m sure this is incoherent but I hope you get it
I was thinking the other day that it’s funny, Matt Smith was a twenty-something, who in the role of the Doctor felt fucking ancient, but Peter Capaldi is fifty-something and feels in the role of the Doctor like a twenty-something undergrad whose skipped every single class of their anthropology course in favor of eating a month’s supply of ramen and playing “Blitzkrieg Bop” 17 times in a row.
the duality of man
Just when I thought I’d heard it all about Peter Capaldi
Right now, holding up a sign in St. Petersburg condemning this war is the textbook definitionof “neither safe nor careful.”
But they’re proving to anybody in Russia who thought they were the only ones who opposed this war, that they’re not, and reminding the rest of the world that a government is not the people it claims to represent, and I am deeply moved by their courage.
Keying/graffiti-ing someones car is old news now if someone cheats we go at their wardrobe with a seam ripper
yknow what? Fuck you *unstitches all your shirts and jeans*
My mother did this to my father once. They got into an argument, my very pregnant and hormonal mother stormed off…except they lived in a tiny apartment so the only place to go was to shut herself into the closet for a good long sulk. And while she was sitting in there, fuming, she looked up and saw her sewing kit on the shelf, and all my father’s uniforms hanging right there.
So she picked one shirt and one pair of trousers, carefully, methodically ripped every third stitch out of every seam, and then hung them back up together so that he would be likely to pick them at the same time. This took her a couple hours, so by the time she was done, the anger had worn down. She came out, she and my father had a talk that ended in apologies, after which they were tired and went to bed. My mother swears up and down that she meant to warn my father about the sabotaged clothes in the morning, but he wore a different uniform set and they were both still feeling a little raw, so she didn’t want to bring up the fight again. She decided to tell him that night instead.
And then she forgot.
Anyway, about four days later, my father apparently came home roughly an hour after he left for work, his clothes slowly, gently shredding off his body, the most bewildered expression on his face. “Paula,” he said, his voice mildly shell-shocked. “Paula, my clothes are broken.”
My mother promptly burst out laughing so hard that she went into labor. And that’s the story of my birth, heralded by petty vengeance and utter confusion.
One time I shared a post that contained (unbeknownst to me) incorrect information about how big anglerfish are and people sent me anon hate about it for years and accused me of being the center of a conspiracy to spread fish-based misinformation, I would occasionally get messages in my inbox out of the blue like “You’re a terrible person for telling lies about fish and I hope you die,” and I think that that more than anything else is the real Tumblr Dot Com experience
Anyway anglerfish are fucking huge. They’re born the size of a Ford F250 and grow up to be six times taller than God.
Welcome to my bathroom. Please make yourself at home. I assure you, you will sustain no long term damage from your stay. Now. Wouldn’t you like to take a soak in my lovely bathtub?
Isn’t that comfortable! What’s that? You like my wallpaper? I’m so glad!
I went to great lengths to acquire it. You see, they haven’t made this color in centuries. But don’t worry, i made sure this is genuine.
Now, would you like a cup of tea? You can pick a glass from my personal collection!
Green is such a stunning color, isn’t it? I’m so glad this space is getting some use. Well, I think it’s time for you to take your leave. How are you feeling? Relaxed? I’m so glad. Feel free to come back any time you like. I have health conditions that make it unable for me to be in this room for more than a few minutes at a time, and I’d truly hate for it to go to waste. Goodbye, then!
Radioactive? What do you mean! I assure you, my bathroom is not damaging to your health or well being in any way, shape or form. In fact, it’s good for you! If you don’t believe me, why don’t you take a rest in the bathtub and see for yourself!
