have courage and be kind

tumblr is great bc its like a diary where I can take other peoples diary entries and glue them into my own diary

doing the "we are the daughters of the witches you couldn't burn" thing in a catholic country making it somewhat unclear what I'm getting at

this is an excellent question but your phone may have a concussion

hey sorry for being so snappish earlier i was in a bad mood. and im still in a bad mood so can you fuck off

Unironically I think this meme is really good for explaining why maths formalisms and notation are so valuable, even when they seem cumbersome/convoluted. It's an incredibly precise way to describe the interaction of a lot of related-but-meaningfully-distinct concepts, and this is a great showcase of that, thank you Lynn Chordbug you're the best.

everyday i mourn that my parents did not make me study five languages during my critical window of language acquisition (2 to 7 years)

Southern pudu (Pudu puda). This one is a fawn!

now you know who you are messing with

The fucking. Polynesians knew

ABOUT BOTH THINGS

i keep getting those silly little romance plot mash games from bookstagram and i need to banish them from my algorithm because, without fail, i will go “ugh, that sounds ridiculous” then think about it too hard for the next five minutes and whoops i have twelve new plot bunnies

[recommending something i sincerely love] ok so the thing about it is it kinda sucks

still caring about internet friends you lost touch with years ago is so embarrassing. yeah i had a deam we met up irl recently. the last time we spoke was maybe 7-8 years ago. i still wear the laces we randomly decided was a sign of our friendship. i dont know what any of your socials are or if youre even active on any. sometimes i see someones art resemble yours and i wonder for hours. do you still go by that name you chose? whenever i see it i wonder if its you. we couldve passed each other in this vastness a thousand times and not have a clue.

very important for elf characters to freak the fuck out about the aging difference thing and pre-grieve like crazy and scream themself hoarse with denial when they can’t stop death itself and they still look the same as when they met the frail aged body that’s going cold beneath their touch and eventually settle into a numbness that they’ll call acceptance but they never really let anyone get as close as they did in the first century of their life unless they know they’re going to stick around as long as they will

“why are elves so snobby and exclusive and cut-off from everyone else” befriending you means they’ll end up burying you and your children and your grandchildren and they’ll still be young. exactly how many times do you think you could choose to do that. if you live through enough centuries, eventually you run out of days in the year to visit each grave.

Enter The Boartex And Find Power Indescripable 

why is it so hot. why is it so hot. I am being punished.

image: reply. "sorry this reads as the first ever masochists kink awakening". end ID.