Hello!💜

you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life

It kind of fucks with me that somebody killed ötzi the iceman because ötzi himself is like whatever but the silent presence of human hands that drew back the string of the bow that shot the arrow that killed him is crazy. the idea that there were various people involved in that situation and while one of them has had his last hours painstakingly reconstructed and studied to no end, the others now only exist insofar that an arrowhead had to get into his shoulder somehow. imagine killing someone and then suddenly your entire existence is only a vague shadow implied by the fact that you killed them. much to consider

Testing the mummified bone marrow of ötzi to figure out his ancestry whole time there’s definitely another person, maybe more than one, standing in the room with us but I can never see or speak to them because I only know them through the assurance that they were there too in the form of one single arrowhead. I hate prehistory so much it’s unreal

everyone talking about leaving this app for good is stronger than me. wheres that one post thats like "I'd be here even if you could only make posts with 3 letters at a time"

ⓘ Tip: while sewing, you can unlock scary sewing by losing your needle somewhere on your bed.

has anyone noticed theyre taking away what it means to be human

You can only reblog this on the 3st of January

the 3st huh?

potion of donald duck noises

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a guy shoots at me with a sniper rifle and I catch the bullet in my teeth and eat it, but he saw that coming and put poison in the bullet, but I saw that coming and drank an antidote ahead of time, but all those weird chemicals still give me a really bad kidney stone a few days later and I pass out from pain and crash my car into, by pure coincidence, the sniper