delicately swept away

honestly will never forget this older client we had who told me how her life had gotten so much better with time and age and asked how old I was and when I told her I was 28, she said I was just a baby and reassured me I had so much time ahead of me and how much better it'll get as I grow into my life. There was such an indescribable amount of love and hope in that single interaction I think I'll hold it with me forever.

@ezequiel.pini

Look i tried to laugh it off, but I haven’t stopped thinking about this message because… my cat literally isn’t green

like where is the green

Oh Christ

This is the color your cat is

colors i eyedropped directly from op's cat

I drew a tree using only colours eyedropped from OP's cat.

every time i see this post all i see is some green alien kitty with antennae so i had to draw it

I originally thought those were supposed to be mushrooms, implying that this cat is moldy

Moldy forest cat

i'm happy y'all made fan art of my cat. i tried to show her and she just rubbed her face on my phone

i cant believe that to be a translator i just have to come to terms with the fact that translation does not exist. there will never be complete identity between two different languages there can only ever be equivalence. there is no such thing as translation without loss & in fact loss is inherent to translation you cannot escape it. and as a translator you will always have to make choices that will lead to those losses and it will feel like a betrayal and you will be haunted by what you have killed in translation & grieve and there is nothing you can do about it. the only way to curb that loss is if everyone everywhere spoke every language which is not feasible & there is just a void of meaning, a cemetery of significance in every translation and a world of footnotes and translator’s notes will not be enough to fill in the gaps. but still. yknow yknow

hey don't cry. 7,401 species of frog in the world, ok?

IMPORTANT UPDATE: 7,532 species of frog in the world, ok?!

great news! 7,556 species of frog in the world, ok?!

Into The Offerman-Verse™

s is for slug

i’m enamored by the specificity of this blog. like this is the only post they’ve ever made. this account was solely created for this special little guy. does he know?

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A Tender Dissolution - Hand Shibari Ropework by Paul Kabzinski Photography by Aaron McPolin

i had a dream that i encountered a new bear species. it had white fur and if hit by the light just right, would turn peach pink. called peach bear. i drew this so it can be real for you too.

I miss when library books used to have little paper pockets inside with a list of all the people who borrowed it and when... I hate that this is now exclusive knowledge of librarians. I do care that a miss Mariana borrowed this book in 1985 and then Dario in 1997. They're my brothers and sisters

but really, there's a million reasons why it's an issue for users and staff of the public library to have immediate access to a record of who has borrowed a specific item and when.

and that's not even about keeping the information "privileged" to the library staff, these days they don't even keep a digital record of an item's history of borrowers; once you return a book, there isn't a list of everyone thats ever taken that book out that your name gets added to (though they probably take a tally of how many times it is checked out for circulation statistics).

i think the card system is a remnant of a culture that could only exist in the world before the internet as it exists today, where this identifying kind of information wasn't always readily at your fingertips, even for those at the "information professional" level.

don't get me wrong here, i do understand the nostalgia factor to it as being part of a different time, but i think it's always important to understand why this kind of system has its flaws and has been (at least in north america) taken out of practice

bear in mind that US public libraries spent most of the past twenty years fighting off lawsuits that they were prohibited from disclosing to the public because when 9/11 happened the federal government wanted a list of every person who read certain books and the librarians had a really bad feeling about where that kind of policy would end up going, for some reason.

not keeping the records in the first place is a way for the libraries to protect themselves when they stand up for your privacy.

https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:The_FBI_has_not_been_here.jpg

This was a thing in multiple libraries. We really want to protect your freedom to access information.

they were prohibited from telling us when the fbi had been through to check who was reading what. so they told us when they hadn't been. anyway librarians are heroes for privacy and freedom of information

we've been holding onto the old self, these days. the wolf girl. the weird little kid. the strange wildling that would run through forests, our knees all skinned.

we remembered the magic of our loose teeth, how we used to know how to talk to trees. we're taking god out of the church and prying worship from the dirt. making our lives about using the finer things, about just-trying. the leisurely enjoyment of laziness, lawlessness, of leaving the dishes undone. of enjoying food without apology, of showing off our naked body, of kissing her. call it hedonism, sure.

always knew something else about ourselves. spent our whole lives hushed up; told we're made wrong. that's fine, these days. we used to know how to cast spells on the clouds. we have always been a little bit of lightning. the moss will teach us the soft hand - here's how to belong.

relearning magic. a little beautiful necromancy: you gave me nothing but bones. i still made a family.

hmmm

If you can free it, you become king of the Netherlands

dark green is a nice color. underrated

ladies and gentlemen, Phtalo Green

The Screen, Room 103, Kyoto, Japan,

A carved circular light fixture in the wall creates a light like that of the full moon. By dimming down these lights, the moon changes from a full moon down to a crescent moon.

Kubo Tsushima Architects