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idk who needs to hear this but if you have been putting something off bc it doesn't need to be done until the end of the month. we are almost done with the teens we are approaching the big numbers (the twenties). that date shall dawn upon you swiftly and without mercy before you know it. psa for everyone except me i got plany off time
just got an idea for a banger couples shirts design
Really obsessed with this exchange
For those curious, they're talking about The Legend of Khiimori.
Reposting this coz i saw it in my camera roll again this is by far one of the funniest interactions ive come across on ao3

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I put the box down for a second while I was cleaning, I think it's fair to say that Brick is happy with her new hay! <3
I make 6 figures a year.
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I hate the push that you can quit addictions by pure willpower because it perpetuates the idea that people who can't have committed a moral failing of some kind. We all may know some people who did quit an addiction cold turkey, and with no aid, you may be one of them. And that's fantastic, but it is not the norm. It is more than okay to need help to quit an addiction. Relapse is also part of the process. Many people relapse several times before they are able to quit for good. Let's have compassion.
not only that but depending on the substance quitting cold turkey can kill you
ALCOHOL. It’s a very common dependence and cold turkey CAN KILL YOU. A lot of people don’t know this. Doctors can literally prescribe beer in the ER to save a life.
Be careful out there.

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My woke take, as someone who has worked in both a public library and a school library, is that we desperately need both more books that are at a higher reading level but a less mature subject matter, and more books that are at a lower reading level but a more mature subject matter, because 8 year olds who are advanced readers are still 8 year olds and don't want to read about graphic violence and torture, and teens and adults who have learning difficulties or who are just later readers for whatever reason are still teens and adults and don't want to read about Billy the Bunny going to school or whatever the hell.
Shoutout to people in the notes also mentioning people learning the language, I should've mentioned that really, given that I've been stuck reading German picture books myself while learning German.
I think I'm going to remember this phrase every time I cook for the next five years
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i'm thinking of starting to integrate the term "continuunumerous" into my vernacular. as in, equinumerous to the continuum. i don't think this term actually solves any problems, but it's a lot of fun to say.

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ripped all my bootstraps off im pulling myself up by the g-string these days
why did someone tag this as dean winchester
We need a “performative math competition”
I wanna see people carrying category theory textbooks as “light morning reading,” equipped with their black coffee and trench coats
Hartshorne is a “chill bedtime story.”
They carry Hagoromo chalk like it’s an expensive cigar
And of course, read the daily math subjectClass mailing list, as if it’s the Sunday newspaper
Oh and…
they’re not like other mathematicians
they do rock climbing.
I board the busy train. There are delays on the line today, but that’s okay - I’m in no rush.
I notice that there is one available seat amongst a family of three. I approach knowing that the intense stare from the parents belied a shared, childlike wonder for the true nature of the distribution of the prime counting numbers.
I smile a soft, inward smile.
I take my seat, place my chilled bottle of Smartwater on the table and from my canvas tote-bag remove, slowly and in sequence:
a slim-ruled, 80gsm, off-white A4 note pad and accompanying Pilot G-TEC-C4 gel pen (black ink, of course);
a CASIO fx-CG50, its protective casing bearing the scars of a thousand theories and its ‘shift’ button worn to a nub; and
a pristine copy of “on bounded gaps between primes” (it thuds onto the shared table in perfect middle C).
I mumble sweet nothings whilst I squint and strain to pretend to clean my circular wire-frame glasses with a microfibre cloth (I cleaned them moments ago on the station platform.)
A steady stream of conscious subconsciousness permeates the carriage.
“RH… cannot be a Gödel problem…”, “Goldbach… twin primes… both trivial when you think about them…”
Finally, as the train begins to depart, I reach up to place my bag in the overhead storage.
Upon raising my arms, tote aloft above my head, the small of my back is revealed by the untucking of my shirt.
That poor soul, sat in the seat immediately behind me and to my left - my future partner - never stood a chance the moment they laid eyes on the barely perceptible tramp stamp that simply but unmistakably read:
🦋 bourbaki 🦋