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Budapest Mark Mervai

From the artist:

I took these photos through the last five years when I was searching for the perfect moment and the perfect lights over Budapest, Hungary. For me, the most beautiful moment is when the sun comes up the horizon and the day begins with a couple of colorful minutes. Also the last lights of the day for me symbolize a special moment, a “thank you” from nature for a beautiful day. To search for such amazing moments for me is a great challenge and experience, sharing it with friends and later with other people. The beauty of nature and the lights is a great gift for us from mother Earth. It doesn’t need more words, I’ll just let the pictures speak.

BEHOLD THE HORRID GLORY OF CRAW-BOB THE LAWN CRAYFISH HE LIVES HE HUNGERS HE IS ABOUT THREE AND A HALF INCHES LONG THEY SAID I WAS MAD WHEN I SPOKE OF LAWN CRAYFISH BUT WHO IS LAUGHING NOW!?

(ahem)

Hound went out in a rainstorm and poked something, which poked her back, and this sequence ended in me balancing a phone and a flashlight. I took a gazillion photos, of which two came out.

Lawn Crayfish are a known phenomenon throughout the south and up through the Midwest to Ohio and Indiana and nobody knows they exist because nobody who knows thinks to mention it with the end result that a lot of people encounter one and start screaming hysterically because why is there a lobster in the flowerbed!?

He wasn’t just into copper trading. There are letters complaining about Ea-nasir’s business practices with respect to everything from kitchenwares to real estate speculation to second-hand clothing. The guy was everywhere.

The majority of the surviving correspondences regarding Ea-nasir were recovered from one particular room in a building that is believed to have been Ea-nasir’s own house.

Like, these are clay tablets. They’re bulky, fragile, and difficult to store. They typically weren’t kept long-term unless they contained financial records or other vital information (which is why we have huge reams of financial data about ancient Babylon in spite of how little we know about the actual culture: most of the surviving tablets are commercial inventories, bills of sale, etc.).

But this guy, this Ea-nasir, he kept all of his angry letters - hundreds of them - and meticulously filed and preserved them in a dedicated room in his house. What kind of guy does that?

“Ea-nasir, you have sold me a mansion in which to house my aging mother, but lo, upon arrival I see the mansion is but a crumbling shack, and my mother resides still within my own home, where she makes my husband and children unhappy with her loud snoring.” 

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believe what you want about your vote not having the intended or ideal level of power, believe what you want about the electoral college or the modern role of voting in a democratic society, believe what you want about american centrism or flawed systems, but don’t let anyone tell you there’s “no difference” in the general election, please don’t let anyone tell you voting does nothing. your vote CAN and WILL protect vulnerable people and help you stand in for people whose votes are being taken away by a gutted VRA and gerrymandering 

between the sinners and the saints

it breaks and it breaks and it breaks

but we keep using it anyway

every picture it paints

it paints as a square filled with grey

and if there’s a reason i’m still online

when my phone’s almost died

it’s that i’m willing to wait for it

IDK if I think that’s a perfect comparison (dick jokes excepted, of course), but this is totally a thing I did anyway.

The “ATTENTION WORTHLESS HUMAN” speech in iambic pentameter, with incorporations of Shakespearean language, for all your weird context crossover needs.

Karkat: TO YOU, O HUMAN, DOWN BENEATH I SEND THE GREETINGS THAT YOUR GOD HAS DEIGNED TO GIVE. MY WRATH SURPASSES ALL THAT YOU HAVE FEARED. HAVE I NOT WATCHED YOUR LIFE FOR SIX DAMN SWEEPS? I SAW YOU KNEEL BEFORE THE GODS THAT YOU HAVE SCRIBBLED ON YOUR SLEEPING BLOCK’S FOUR WALLS. ASHAMED OF WHAT YOU ARE, AS YOU SHOULD BE. A FUCKING FAILURE, WRETCHED BEYOND WORDS, YOU FALL BEFORE THE FALSE GODS YOU HAVE MADE. YOUR PLANET WORSHIPS WRETCHED DEITIES, WHO WILL NOT HEAR NOR ANSWER YOUR DAMN PRAYERS. NO MIRACLES YOUR PUNGENT ASS WILL SAVE. ONLY MY HATE; YOU CANNOT CONTEMPLATE WITH JUST YOUR SHITTY ASS HUMAN THINK PAN. FOR YOU HAVE NEVER HEARD MY HATRED SHRIEKED BY SPHINCTERS ON THE UNDERBELLY OF A GOD MOST TRUCULENT AND DIREFUL FROM FURTHEST RING BORN, MUSTERED, AND SUMMONED. MY HATE HAS FUCKING GIVEN YOU YOUR LIFE. MY HATE WILL SURELY FUCKING END IT TOO. MY HATE CREATED YOUR DAMN UNIVERSE. MY HATE PUMPS THROUGH ITS VEINS AND GIVES IT LIFE. MY HATE IS WHAT I HAVE TO GIVE TO YOU. AND WITH IT I SEND MY REGARDS; FUCK YOU. YOU UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT.

based on this post: http://cosmic-rumpus.tumblr.com/post/133373727831/what-if-john-and-jake-have-competitions-where-they

ignoring the fact that this is literally something out of some kind of dystopian novel, in the interests of safety i’ve emptied out my face tag and may temporarily deactivate or password protect this blog.

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