Castles Under Construction

I must not nap. Napping is the motivation killer. Napping is the little-death that brings sleeping for 5 hours. I will face my fatigue. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past, I will go to bed at a decent hour. Where the nap has gone there will be waking. Only I will stay awake.

it's rotten work, but without the rot nothing can grow

it's rotten work but decay is part of the cycle of death and rebirth

"It's rotten work, but you cannot kill me in any way that matters."

One of my favourite mundane weirdnesses about Edinburgh is that we set the big clock visible approaching the station to be 3 minutes fast to make sure people are on time for their trains. My Favourite mundane weirdness of Edinburgh is that we check this by firing a cannon.

Sorry, a cannon?

Every day but Sunday :)

Cannon set to real time, big clock check themselves against it to make sure they're just slightly ahead! And it fires blank, though I worked out the range of it once and figured out if we ever loaded it I could put a hole in my mate's roof

Except for Hallowe'en, when they tweet "BOO"! I fell a little bit in love with them that day.

I will probably reblog this every time I see it on my dash because it’s absolutely stunning

This is literally insane. How did you have the patience. Tell me your secrets o’ art god.

ok!!! :0

Part of me is like “neat. Reblog,” and part of me is like “I understand now why impressionism took off, because there’s a 0% chance the artist wasn’t like ‘fuck this shit’ by the halfway point.”

“Pants were invented for men” not according to my ancestors.

Okay but like based on genital structure, it would actually make sense for mean to wear skirts and women pants, why are we even talking about logic

the scottish did it right

The Scottish did it to hide more knives

The Scottish did it right