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The last one
Also good on these people for taking the aggressively petty route instead of falsely registering their pets as service animals
I love how everyone intentionally interpreted this not as “your dog must be small” but “your dog must be in a bag”
“aww cute!! big doggies in ba-”
*cry-laughing as i hit the reblog button*
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Quero ler mais livros. Escutar mais músicas. Assistir mais filmes. Quero ter menos preguiça, sentar mais no chão, correr mais pelo parque. Sabe, essas coisas fazem com que eu me sinta livre. Acho ruim a gente ter que se aprisionar. Quero sair de noite, caminhar sem rumo, ficar olhando para o céu. Pode soar bobo, mas isso pra mim é tão importante.
Clarissa Corrêa. (via inverbos)
“A mesma parede que te protege também é a mesma que te separa das pessoas.”
— 24 horas
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#you just made it a higher stakes game of hide and seek
Having gone to this University, and having personally played hide and seek in the Harris Fine Arts Center, I guarantee you that NOBODY finds hiders unless they, too, are familiar with the bowels of the HFAC. Once you get down to the practice-room levels, time stops completely and you could walk up the back stair and end up in 1967. The halls change at least 8 times an hour, there’s no way you’re getting back out the same way you came in. When the lights start going off at 10 the whole bottom 3 floors descend into some subsection of the fey realm. I once hid up on the balcony stage access fire-escape thing of a lower-level theater, and 3 faculty walked by under me and not a one of them noticed the hulking, wheezing asthmatic lurking above them, half dangling off a rickety metal ladder that probably wasn’t supposed to be climbed. A fellow hider friend came and found me, and we sat up there for 30 minutes listening to some distant clicking sound before we realized nobody was actually going to find us. We had no cell service, and no internet to reach anyone. We got lost trying to get back out, and once we resurfaced, everyone else was gone, the building was empty, and we just went home to eat ice cream. Nobody knew where we had disappeared to, and nobody bothered to check if we were there before leaving. For all I know, they just assumed we had been lost to the gaping maw of the HFAC basement and when they saw us at church on Sunday it was probably like they’d seen a ghost. None of us ever mentioned it again.
Basically what I’m saying is Campus Police had no hope of finding them in the first place and probably lost an officer or two if they actually conducted a real search, because nobody except Senior art majors or veteran custodians actually knows how to navigate that building and make it out in the same dimension they entered from. Not at 11pm anyway.
This is better than any horror story and it’s all fucking real apparently
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I love how the search function on this site is absolute garbage. I can look up a post word for word and I will NEVER find it
Pro tip:
Wanna find a post?
Write out what you remember into a Google search.
After you write that out, end with site:tumblr.com
Google will search for your text on just tumblr
In my experience, it’s way more effective than searching through Tumblr
(you can use site:SITENAME.com to search any site btws)
This usually works but for some reason a lot of posts get indexed on google from a person’s URL based on the posts that were recently reblogged on page 1, meaning that this is only a tiny bit more reliable.
I HAVE a solution to this, you have to write down site:tumblr.com/post “ “
and then write a direct quote (could be a fraction of a sentence) into the quotations, I’ve been doing this for years, and it’s so useful, it works like 99% of the time
(the more popular a post is the more likely you’ll find it)
you’re a genius holy shit
Just used this to find a post I’ve been desperately searching for, thank you so much
O mundo é cheio de sofrimento, ninguém pode negar. Mas também é cheio de gente que se supera. A maioria das grandes realizações do mundo aconteceram porque as pessoas continuaram tentando.
O Exorcismo de Anna Ecklund. (via magoaria)
Hoje eu vivi um momento muito significativo para mim, a muito vinha vivendo e constantemente me esforçando para ser aceito por uma pessoa completamente tóxica e com padrões irreais até mesmo para si próprio. Hoje foi o dia em que eu tive a coragem o suficiente para encarnar a besta que eram essas palavras dolorosas dentro de mim me devorando de dentro pra fora como fera, no começo de tudo eu tremi, senti minha boca ficar seca e o coração bater mais rápido, e agora depois de tudo eu vejo que se não fosse por essa adrenalina eu talvez não teria conseguido me libertar dessas correntes que me puxam cada vez mais pra baixo e apertavam cada vez mais fortes.
No fim de tudo eu me liberei, não sinto ódio nem nada, mas estou agradecido por essa pessoa ter passado pela minha vida, aprendi muito tentando não me sentir culpado pelas coisas bobas que ela me fazia arrepender, conheci pessoas maravilhosas tentando me encontrar e percebi que dos reais amigos que eu tenho, eles valem a pena, e sim, se pode contar nos dedos. Mas não me leve a mal, não conto mais com coisas eternas, um simples ato pode desencadear coisas inimagináveis.
Naquela amizade eu estava sendo uma pessoa muito tóxica, não gostava da maneira que eu agia perto daquela pessoa e hoje eu sinto que posso ser o que quiser sem me preocupar com alguém assim na minha vida.
Eu nem sei muito o que dizer a partir de agora, só estou ansioso pro dia de amanhã para fazer coisas incríveis com essa nova pessoa que eu me descobri ser, mas também tenho medo, pessoas importantes para mim também estão presas nas mesmas correntes que me sufocaram e eu fiz de tudo para tentar tirá-la de lá, mas essa é uma daquelas coisas que temos que tirar força de nós mesmos para fazer.
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Crows are scary They
use tools
Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
Have huge brains for birds
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT. They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows. Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag. But the nice guys with masks they left alone. THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight. THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
Guys I’m really scared of crows now. (q)
Yeah but have you seen this
A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.
Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill
I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.
Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.
That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him.
Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree.
That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.
Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.
that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.
Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice.
this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad.
i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.
a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.
i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.
Best birbs !!
your son is Beautiful and Strong
every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories
Like, I wouldn’t want to be on bad terms with a crow, but they are a really smart animal, they aren’t scary You just want to be nice to them because they will know and they will remember, and they will pay you back if you treat them a certain way.
As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wing–who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater.
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I don’t think I’ll ever not reblog this. This posts makes me cry and smile at the same time.
He’s so handsome!!
I would trust a crow with my life
Pare de olhar para trás. Você já sabe onde esteve, agora precisa saber pra onde vai.
Tati Bernardi. (via inverbos)
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Porque as pessoas próximas de mim, mesmo inconscientemente me machucam? Eu entendo que essa é a sina de conviver com os outros e permitir que as pessoas se tornem algo maior que só um amigo ou conhecido, é um sentimento engraçado, porque não tem nenhum arrependimento com ele, mesmo que ele me faça sentir como se alguém tivesse amarrado uma corrente no amor e o esteja puxando para cada vez mais longe de mim, eu só consigo pensar nos bons momentos que tivemos e onde eu talvez tenha errado, se foi uma vírgula mal interpretada ou uma frase fora de contexto que desgastou tanto as coisas, esse texto está terminando de uma forma e com um intuito diferente do qual começaram, mas talvez essa seja a beleza de entregar as coisas na mão do coração, mesmo que tentamos fugir dele, de alguma forma ele muda o caminho para que fiquemos frente a frente com o problema, e dito isso eu afirmo que no momento eu não consigo te olhar de uma verdadeira e entender o que se passa entre nós, sei que errei e menti muito, são coisas que eu não posso deixar para trás, mas posso aprender com para evitar que se repitam, essa é a sua "filosofia de vida" não é mesmo?, Me desculpe por não conseguir te olhar nos seus verdadeiros olhos com os meus, muita coisa vem acontecendo e no momento eu me encontro atrás de muitas máscaras, tantas que eu não consigo tirar sozinho, não consigo nem lembrar de quem eu era antes de colocar tantas camadas superficiais para agradar os outros, por favor, leia isso e me ajude, só posso contar com você agora
Muitas vezes me pergunto o porquê de fazer algo, sendo que, no final vou morrer e vai tudo acabar, e, inevitavelmente acabo pensando que talvez, o que importe mesmo, seja a viagem, o que fazemos durante vida e não o que levaremos ou deixaremos para depois dela
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Pra falar a verdade, não sei se minhas memórias são reais ou apenas devaneios de uma mente nostálgica que não se contenta com agora e quer viver no passado e futuro também, lembro de tudo em tons de azul pastel, as vezes um rosa bem claro, isso quando sou eu sozinho na lembrança, quando há mais pessoas costumo lembrar de tudo em tons de sépia, tons que me enchem de alegria e tristeza, é como tomar sorvete com o dente sensível, e, mesmo sem saber se é tudo verdade ou não, o simples pensamento de acabar esquecendo cada uma dessas cenas me faz ter medo, um medo tão profundo, tão intrínseco que, assim como as memórias, não sei se é real, mas por ele me sinto da mesma forma que me sinto quando tenho epifanias nostálgicas, alegre por ter tal pensamento e triste por não saber se é real, e se for, triste por pensar em como aquele sol em forma de pessoa se tornou o que é hoje
“Nossa relação era como um barco furado, não sabíamos até onde chegaria, mas sabíamos que iria naufragar.”
— Guilherme
