The worst thing in the entire world is when you’re sweeping a big pile of dirt into a dustpan and it leaves that little coke line of grit behind. No matter how you position your pan or your broom and no matter how many times you sweep over it your outcome cannot change. As immovable as fate. I hate it so
a dude came into the library stoned out of his mind and was like, “do I need a library card to look at books?” And I said, “to take books home, yes. To look at them, no” and he looked so relieved. bro was staring at a fish encyclopedia for like an hour and then just left.
alpha bros will always pick lions and wolves to superimpose their “I’m so badass I need no one” memes on as if those aren’t the two animals most famous for having a buddy system and excellent group cooperation.
alpha bros will always pick lions and wolves to superimpose their “I’m so badass I need no one” memes on as if those aren’t the two animals most famous for having a buddy system and excellent group cooperation.
Itâs literally a circle. Theyâre cousins. Itâs insane.
If you look up Queen Elizabethâs family tree, theyâve hidden it DEEP in Google searches, but if you look up Prince Phillipâs family tree youâll see the circle right away.
And it gets worse lmfao because their common ancestor, Queen Victoria, has quite the family tree herself:
Two circles are seen here - one alarmingly small showing that Victoria and her husband Albert are first cousins. The bigger one shows that her own mother married her third cousin once removed, making Victoria her own mothers fourth cousin, meaning Albert was not just Victorias cousin, but also her fourth cousin once removed.
This means that Elizabeth is Philips third cousin, and his fifth cousin and his seventh cousin once removed.
european monarchies are an insane mess, yall. their incestuous bloodlines can almost all be traced back to a single ancestor, as well as frequent other crossings.
the english, the dutch, the spanish, the belgian, the danish, the swedish, and the norse royal bloodlines can all be traced back to mr charlemagne, king of the franks in the 8th century . the same goes for the late french, portugese, german, and all other now-deceased royal bloodlines.
royals only court other royals, so eventually all your options in that regard become your cousins.
(this is the highest detail + resolution chart i could find w/o paying 20 bucks)
âThe less you eat, drink and read books; the less you go to the theatre, the dance hall, the public-house; the less you think, love, theorize, paint, sing, fence, etc., the more you saveâthe greater becomes your treasure which neither moths nor dust will devourâyour capital. Â The less you are, the more you have; the less you express your own life, the greater is your alienated lifeâthe greater is the store of your estranged being.
Karl Marx, Economic and Philosophic Manuscripts of 1844
I have a feeling this will become iconic in due time.
I’ve watched this for like a dozen loops and I still crack up every time
[Singing] T-Birds: Well-a, well-a, well-a– Tell me more, tell me more, did'ya get very far? Pink Ladies: Tell me more, tell me more– Jules (in time, astonishingly): Does he look like a bitch?
I hope that this is the last remaining piece of media that aliens find after we destroy our planet.
âi did not even want himâ well thereâs a faramir mood
this is SUCH a writing mood omg
Strider did this to him too, wayyyyy back when. Just showed up there in Bree, smoking in the corner. Refused to leave or let the story go on without him.Â
Maybe itâs a NĂșmenorean thing. XDÂ
@lorata with some excellent Tolkien commentary over here
I love that this is a universal experience among writers.
Petition to rename RotK âReturn of That Weirdo in the Tavern, I Donât Know Who He Is or Why Heâs Here.â
Itâs important that the ponies were all safe tho.
This is literally the best post I have ever seen on tumblr.
Yesterday, I was trawling iTunes for a decent podcast about writing. After a while, I gave up, because 90% of them talked incessantly about “self-discipline,” “making writing a habit,” “getting your butt in the chair,” “getting yourself to write.” To me, that’s six flavors of fucked up.
Okay, yes—I see why we might want to “make writing a habit.” If we want to finish anything, we’ll have to write at least semi-regularly. In practical terms, I get it.
But maybe before we force our butts into chairs, we should ask why it’s so hard to “get” ourselves to write. We aren’t deranged; our brains say “I don’t want to do this” for a reason. We should take that reason seriously.
Most of us resist writing because it hurts and it’s hard. Well, you say, writing isn’t supposed to be easy—but there’s hard, and then there’s hard. For many of us, sitting down to write feels like being asked to solve a problem that is both urgent and unsolvable—“I have to, but it’s impossible, but I have to, but it’s impossible.” It feels fucking awful, so naturally we avoid it.
We can’t “make writing a habit,” then, until we make it less painful. Something we don’t just “get” ourselves to do.
The “make writing a habit” people are trying to do that, in their way. If you do something regularly, the theory goes, you stop dreading it with such special intensity because it just becomes a thing you do. But my god, if you’re still in that “dreading it” phase and someone tells you to “make writing a habit,” that sounds horrible.
So many of us already dismiss our own pain constantly. If we turn writing into another occasion for mute suffering, for numb and joyless endurance, we 1) will not write more, and 2) should not write more, because we should not intentionally hurt ourselves.
Seriously. If you want to write more, don’t ask, “how can I make myself write?” Ask, “why is writing so painful for me and how can I ease that pain?” Show some compassion for yourself. Forgive yourself for not being the person you wish you were and treat the person you are with some basic decency. Give yourself a fucking break for avoiding a thing that makes you feel awful.
Here’s what stops more people from writing than anything else: shame. That creeping, nagging sense of ‘should be,’ ‘should have been,’ and ‘if only I had…’ Shame lives in the body, it clenches our muscles when we sit at the keyboard, takes up valuable mental space with useless, repetitive conversations. Shame, and the resulting paralysis, are what happen when the whole world drills into you that you should be writing every day and you’re not.
The antidote, he says, is to treat yourself kindly:
For me, writing always begins with self-forgiveness. I don’t sit down and rush headlong into the blank page. I make coffee. I put on a song I like. I drink the coffee, listen to the song. I don’t write. Beginning with forgiveness revolutionizes the writing process, returns its being to a journey of creativity rather than an exercise in self-flagellation. I forgive myself for not sitting down to write sooner, for taking yesterday off, for living my life. That shame? I release it. My body unclenches; a new lightness takes over once that burden has floated off. There is room, now, for story, idea, life.
Writing has the potential to bring us so much joy. Why else would we wantto do it? But first we’ve got to unlearn the pain and dread and anxiety and shame attached to writing—not just so we can write more, but for our own sakes! Forget “making writing a habit”—how about “being less miserable”? That’s a worthy goal too!
Luckily, there are ways to do this. But before I get into them, please absorb this lesson: if you want to write, start by valuing your own well-being. Start by forgiving yourself. And listen to yourself when something hurts.
