i migght be overly caffeinated but i cried looking at these
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#music #art #synesthesia #(I’m not familiar with most of these songs (at least not by name)) #(so I don’t know enough for these depictions to feel wrong to me) #(and thus engage in the traditional synesthete pastime of lightheartedly arguing about what a song looks like) #((except I’m pretty sure ”Imagine” does not glow like that)) #((*choirs* glow)) #((it’s been a while since I heard it and TBH I don’t really want to hear it again)) #((but I think it was mostly dark greyish-green?)) #(((P.S. my apologies to near-future!me for making you deal with this post))) #(((I know images are a pain to convince WordPress to mirror especially when they’re part of a reblog chain))) #(((but this is neat enough that I think we should reblog it anyway))) #tag rambles
i crave simple things in life like fresh sourdough bread with a shallow but ornate dipping bowl containing olive oil/balsamic/fresh herbs on a moonlit evening overlooking the sea in some fuckall, Mediterranean location where i’m left alone to eat my bread and let the iodine from the sea air heal my torn up spirit & also six hundred million dollars in unmarked duffle bags stuffed into a swiss bank account box i receive for completing a job of dubious morality
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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog
Both, but I think I’m fighting a losing battle: I fairly often encounter statements that are completely nonsensical *unless* you interpret “porn” as necessarily being video (and in many cases, as being necessarily mass-produced and for-profit).
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#sexuality and lack thereof #reply via reblog #language #survey #nsfw text?
#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #the humour of my people #Shakespeare #recs #according to AO3 there are three of them at the moment #so far I’ve read the first one and it’s hilarious #(my favourite part was ”I literally just returned”) #our roads may be golden or broken or lost #death tw
So everyone knows that the whole “winged human” depiction of angels is more of a renaissance art thing, and angels are actually supposed to look like weird otherworldly monsters with many eyes and six wings and things like that.
Except that doesn’t sound otherworldly at all. That sounds like the most common group of animals in the world.
Many eyes? Insects can have thousands.
Six wings? While most winged insects have only 2-4, there’s a few species that can have 6.
Conclusion: angels are talking bugs. Thanks for coming to my ted talk
GIANT talking bugs. That explains the whole “be not afraid” thing…
nature documentary but the narration is just weird enough to make you question it
“Some fish can walk out of water, so remember that next time.”
“You might think you’re safe, but horses are omnivores”
please watch the round planet on netflix it’s exactly like that
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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #(I love when someone describes a possible work of media and says ”I wish this actually existed”) #(and someone else is like ”it totally does exist here’s a link”) #(I got to be the person providing a link once and it was great) #jellyfish
I don’t get seasonal depression, I just get slightly sleepier and more irritable and mopey when I don’t get any sunlight, but when I said this to my doctor she was like “you should still get a lightbox” and I did and now I have way more energy.
The moral of the story is, if you spend time thinking to yourself “well I don’t actually have [diagnosable problem], I have [milder version that I can just ignore]”, you could instead of just ignoring it get the accommodation for the problem and see if it improves your life. I do not expect to remember this next time I “don’t actually have the real problem”, but maybe eventually I will learn.
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#yes this #(though for this *particular* case I managed to skip the doctor part and go straight to the buying-a-lightbox part)
Tell Miles, the wind whispers, that he’s a little bitch.
It’s only through years of long practice that Dyta’s able to keep a straight face. The King’s name is Miles? Everyone just sort of assumed he was named after his great grandfather, King Raymus since that’s what he’s written all over the kingdom. She tries to remember if she’s ever heard of a Prince Miles–
“Well?” King Raymus (Miles) asks. He looks down his nose at Dyta, thin lips thinning further. His knuckles are white around his gaudy scepter. “What did the Wind say? Will my reign be remembered? Am I truly the greatest King across the six kingdoms?”
There’re actually 208 kingdoms, the wind hisses out from underneath the door. Which Miles would know if he weren’t a little bitch.
“Yes,” Dyta blurts out. The guards’ glares have been growing each moment she’s been silent and she’s not interested in finding out at what point they use the spears they’re holding. “Super remembered.” She brings her hands up, trying to gesture just how remembered the King is, but the shackles around her wrists hinder the movement. “The wind knows your truth, King Raymus, and it spreads that truth across the globe.”
You never interpret correctly, the wind whines through the gaps in the stone walls. You are the worst wind-speaker I’ve met in centuries.
Dyta’s the only wind-speaker in centuries. That’s why she’s in this whole prisoner mess to begin with. It’s just luck that King Mi-Raymus is vain enough to spend the majority of her captivity asking after what the world thinks of him.
There are much worse applications of her ability. Spying, for example. And assassination, though she tends to stay away from that one, much to the wind’s chagrin.
