i cut my teeth on second hand sentiments

Whats the deal with the shambling corpse thats been following us for weeks

ahhh so you're shown to be capable of recognising that people's trauma can make them act irrationally and unpleasantly! you recognised it in the white man! can you also recognise it in the brown woman? no? she's mean and bitchy and uncaring? i see

i hear a good lyric and start mentally holding up blorbos like im in the home depot paint aisle comparing swatches

i know the way people talk about their pets now is probably how we’ve been doing it for all of history. a cat owner in ancient rome saw their cat lounging on the dining pillows and commented “he thinks himself to be the senator claudius 🤣”

The first attested cat in Japan was given to a young 9th century emperor and his diary about it includes such gems as 'I affixed a bow about its neck, but it did not remain for long.", "The color of the fur is peerless. None could find the words to describe it, although one said it was reminiscent of the deepest ink.", "When it lies down, it curls in a circle like a coin. You cannot see its feet. It’s as if it were circular Bi disk." and "I am convinced it is superior to all other cats.” Basically posting about how his void is the best little void and so good at getting really round

Imagine you've needed glasses most of your life. And you're a girl dating another girl. This girl is your childhood best friend and the love of your life. She's really lovely and helps you out sometimes when you don't have your glasses on. She's been with you through your transition and means the world to you. One day she dies in a tragic car accident and over the course of the next few days your vision starts getting better. Soon you don't even need your glasses at all. You go through her possessions after the funeral and find a notebook, in which she wrote down a recipe for a "One day blinding stew". suddenly everything clicks into place. She'd been cooking for you *every* night since you were kids. It was always the same thing, she said it was a sensory food restriction thing. You loved her so you accepted it. She never once thought to scale up the recipe to turn it into more than just a one day blinding stew. You miss her so much.

the bard would fuck with being referred to as “shakes”

ah SHIT im an IDIOT!!!!!!!! i was literally in scotland (AND in a writer's museum) and it STILL didn't occur to me to get a book with scottish poetry

so turns out theres barely any scottish poetry books available online lmfao theres a few like small 'pocket book of' type ones. but whenever i find a more comprehensive one (thats more than 150 pages long) it costs like 60 euro. and thats not counting delivery. and yes there is plenty of robert burns ones, but i dont want just his work? i want a nice spread of multiple writers

the worst part of summer is that people get sooo comfortable expressing their disgust at having to see other people’s bodies. they’re always complaining about wrinkly old men at the nude hot springs or fat women in bikinis at the beach. I hate that shit. if you’re not capable of being normal about bodies you personally don’t find attractive, just turn your head to look at something else! and if you’re not smart enough to do that, then at least do the rest of us the courtesy of suffering in silence, because we don’t wanna hear your weird comments. thanks.

Bet it feels good as fuckkk to rest your hand on the pommel of your sword when the newcomer steps a little too close to your lord who you’ve sworn to protect with your life