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Yus. A-ok.
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btw the thing she couldn’t ignore was someone calling her out for saying anti-depressants/hormone therapy are only perscribed by lazy doctors
Update:
J.K. Rowling is apparently now filing a defamation lawsuit against someone who made fun of her for saying this, which means its time to spread this like wildfire!
sure would be a shame if- oops, that's the reblog button!
oops! hand slipped :/
oh dear, how do i use this site? bit of a learning curve, i'm afraid. i wonder what this button does?
This button, you mean?
Idk...
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Me: *existing*
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He’s a wizard
Source: instagram.com
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Need y’all to know that in the 1970’s a letter to the editor was published in Daily Telegraph where the author offhandedly used the phrase “Tolkien-like gloom” to describe an area with barren trees and JRRT himself wrote back an incensed rebuttal at the use of his name in a context that suggested anything negative about trees.
“I feel that it is unfair to use my name as an adjective qualifying ‘gloom’, especially in a context dealing with trees. In all my works I take the part of trees as against all their enemies”
He was like how dare you sir I am the biggest tree fan out there
A tree tried to eat the hobbits. Tom Bombadil had to save them. There's Mirkwood, "The Forest of Great Fear." I'm on the side of the writer of the letter to the editor.
Because Tolkien is Tolkien, he actually directly defended the actions of all his forests and trees in this same letter I’m referencing
This is the best thing in the entire world. Here is a transcript:
Beautiful place because trees are loved From Prof. J.R.R. TOLKIEN SIR—with reference to your leader of June 29, I feel that it is unfair to use my name as an adjective qualifying “gloom,” especially in a context dealing with trees. In all my works I take the part of trees as against all their enemies. Lothlorien is beautiful because there the trees were loved; elsewhere forests are represented as awakening to consciousness of themselves. The Old Forest was hostile to two-legged creatures because of the memory of many injuries. Fangorn Forest was old and beautiful, but at the time of the story tense with hostility because it was threatened by a machine-loving enemy. Mirkwood had fallen under the domination of a Power that hated all living things, but it was restored to beauty and became Greenwood the Great before the end of the story. It would be unfair to compare the Forestry Commission with Sauron because, as you observe, it is capable of repentance; but nothing it has done that is stupid compares with the destruction, torture and murder of trees perpetrated by private individuals and minor official bodies. This savage sound of the electric saw is never silent wherever trees are still found growing. J.R.R. TOLKIEN Merton College, Oxford
"Old Man Willow did nothing wrong" is not the Tolkien take I expected today, but I'm here for it.
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I needed a place to vent so here I am.
WHY DOES THE CONCEPT OF CLEANING NEVEREND!
no no, I'm not talking about cleaning on a regular basis. That's a rant for another day. But cleaning.
I clean the floor only to realise the table gathered dust, i clean the table only to realise the windows have gathered dust. So i quickly change plans to start from the top. Dust everything off and clean the room.
But.
Cleaning the window leads me to how dirty the window channels are. Which takes a good 20 minutes to clean. HOW DO YOU EVEN CLEAN THEM WITH A METAL GRILL THAT PHYSICALLY STOPS YOU FROM REACHING THE CORNERS. OR ANYWHERE, REALLY.
so we now get the bucket of water and a rag out. That won't do the job, so we add an old toothbrush to help clean the window channels.
Now I see that the metal grills have gathered dust too. Ok. I have a the water and a wet rag. I can do this.
But wait, there are cobwebs OUTSIDE the window.
I'm done.
I can't with cleaning.
THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE MENTALLY RELAXING! WHY IS IT ALL WRONG!
Screw it. Screw life. And that bloody spider! Those webs are coming down.
*end of rant*
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very funny to imagine the prehistoric women depicted in "venus figurines" being told they are "morbidly obese" by modern physicians. listen to me neolithic matriarch. you are fat. hunting wild game and knapping flint axes and walking 4 miles a day is not enough exercise. you have prediabetes and need to eat under 1500kcal or you will die. tsk tsk. your sleep hygiene is bad. you look at the fire too much at bedtime
Why does this sound oddly familiar.
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I have just found out that, like leopards, servals can also be born black.
Look at this beautiful baby
Big Ears, Flat Stare, CAN'T LOSE
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Looks like my 50s
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#Tinkers
Who are you so wise in the ways of science?
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OMG
i lost it at jondor
I'm sorry, this is too precious to not repost.
Ok, here’s what happened.
My mother had to attend a wedding and she asked me to drop her off at her friend’s place so they could take a cab to the venue together.
Ok, fine, I said. I’m on my second day of periods but a short, 300 mts drive wasn’t a big distance.
When she is almost done getting dressed, I go downstairs to get my scooter out, dust it and wait for her.
She comes down and seemed to have forgotten something so goes back up. I continue to wait and after about 5 odd minutes, she finally comes down talking to the friend whose place i need to take her to.
Alright, everything good up until now. I drop her and exchange pleasantries with her friend while we wait for their taxi. I go to grab myself some breakfast on my way back home. Getting hot Mysore Bondas is another five minute wait but I’m all good. I’m excited bc this is one of my favorite breakfasts.
I reach home, park the scooter and climb upstairs to see....
My mother LOCKED THE GRILL AND FORGOT TO TELL ME ABOUT IT.
I call her and she doesn’t answer.
Now I have work to finish and a hot breakfast that will not retain its ideal temperature for too long.
So, I wiggle my way in through here....
I don’t know if the picture does justice to the wiggle room available but it’s about 60 cms in height and 15 cms in width. Thats about 23 inches x 5 inches.
As a kid, this was very easy but now that i’ve put on a little pandemic weight in my arse, I found it difficult going in legs first. My bum refused to squish.
I was desperate. And hungry. And cranky by this point. So I try going in head first.
It takes a while and a few circus stunts later, I’m through.
HOWEVER.
I did not stop to think if the door was locked too! If it was, then I’d have to wiggle my way out to go back downstairs and spend time at my grandparents’ place until my mom arrived.
I’m a colossal idiot.
LUCKILY, It was only bolted shut.
OK! GOOD!
I’m in, I eat and take the time to rant to my sister and best mate. Who btw think this is funny.
I’m glad someone does.
IT DOESN’T END HERE!
I’m in the house doing chores or whatever and what do I see?
THE KEYS!
THE KEYS ARE IN THE HOUSE! WHERE THEY USUALLY ARE!
So it is one of those locks that you can press shut so my mother has not only LOCKED ME OUT OF THE HOUSE AND FORGOT TO TELL ME ABOUT IT, but she has also FORGOTTEN THE KEYS!!
At this point my friend is just wheezing on the phone. I do not blame her.
I keep calm. Bc its what I do.
Not really, but i try.
About 3-4 hours later, my mother calls me and asks to pick her up at her friend’s place. I tell her, sure! I’m at *friend’s name* place. She asks why I’m there and I tell her bc she forgot to give me the keys to the house.
Petty, I know, but it was fun. She dug through the labyrinth in her bag and began to panic.
Who wouldn’t?
Mom: Wait, I don’t have the keys, did I not give them to you?
Me: I didn’t even know the grill was closed! I’ve been stuck out all this time!
Mom: *more panic* Oh no! you’ll have to go to the locksmith! we’ll have to break it and....
Me: Calm down woman, you left them in the house.
Mom: oh. oh!
I thought I’d ask her to walk home but instead I pretended to sulk until she offered to cook me Pav Bhaji.
I’m a 28 year old and this is what I have to live with. Right around the corner from Alzhiemer’s.
Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.
*walks to fetch a plate of hot Pav Bhaji*
What witchcraft is this? How does my food delivery app know what the love of my life is!
#biryaniISbae
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I've been watching this for twenty minutes. I feel this cat on a souluar level. This is how I react when life needs me to get out of my comfort zone or my house....or my bed....or get up in the morning.... or exist in general.