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roman empire this, ww1/2 that, etc,etc.... I want to know tumblr's the very specific historical niches that have the people of tumblr gripped. Mine is the House Bagrationi of Georgia, one of the oldest Christian ruling dynasties in the world. They no longer rule Georgia but are recognised as the royal family of Georgia in Georgia. From the Middle Ages to the 19th Century, they were in charge. They faced threats from the Mongols, the Muslims and the Russians who all, at points of history wanted to control the region. Many of the members of House Bagrationi were exiled and ended up in Russia, joining noble houses through marriages and becoming integrated and connected to even the Romanoffs. I just think they're neat.

i think my dad would be more okay with me being gay than having more liberal/socialist views....yeah.....idk how to feel about it...

I talked about how men, the doctors of the time, spurred on the rumours and the idea that corsets are bad for women's health because they didn't like that it gave women figures. (it's the short version but kinda true). Tell me why a grown ass man looked me dead straight in the eye and said that's not true because women did die wearing corsets. I stared right back at him, sighed internally, and replied that organs can move and return to their natural positions after a corset is taken off. He told me that it was harmful, I told him prove it. He showed me a instagram post of like those two guys on a podcast and I showed him a very nice photo of my masters degree in fashion history. He shut up immediately afterwards.

that feeling where it's a saturday at like 12am and you kinda just sit there with yourself because its the only time you feel safe enough to do whatever you want and then you remember you're actually by yourself and lonely enough to miss having friends but you remember what happened before and you curse yourself for not being able to move on and heal but at the same time you've already made peace with the fact that for a while at elast.....just for a while you'll be alone. And it'll pass because the rational part of your mind knows you will but the child inside of you sits in the corner crying and you can't come to comfort your inner child so you sit by them and oet them cry, feel the emotions before you exhuast yourself and then turn over and go to sleep to numb the pain of being a ghost. a secondary friend, someone who knows people but people don't know them. and you wonder, what is wrong with you even though there may not be anything. the wrong place at the wrong time or maybe the right time. maybe its a lesson that god or the stars or the universe decided to put you through so that you'd come out stronger than ever. But just for that time at 12, where time passes but not really, you're a kid with dreams and fears and in the morning you wake up, perhaps feeling drained or renewed and face another day.