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"Isn't it weird that [thing humans commonly eat] is poisonous to literally every domesticated animal" I mean, there's a pretty good chance that [thing humans commonly eat] is at least mildly poisonous to humans, too. One of our quirks as a species is that we think our food is bland if it doesn't have enough poison in it.
Humans have a really weird mix of mundane superpowers.
We're not fast and don't have a lot of natural weaponry but we're bizarrely tolerant to a broad range of toxins to the point that one toxin is considered a morning necessity for some to perform at work. Gotta love us.
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“what if the house was haunted” what if the house WASNT haunted. what if your continual presence there is what corrupts. what if you are what haunts this house
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Mayerling.
- Melissa Hamilton and Rupert Pennefather.
- Lauren Cuthbertson and Thiago Soares.
- Natalia Osipova and Edward Watson.
- Melissa Hamilton and Rupert Pennefather.
- Natalia Osipova and Edward Watson.
- Sarah Lamb and Steven McRae.
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A red fox snacking on a plum.
FREDERIC DESMETTE / BIOSPHOTO / MINDEN PICTURES
I have eaten the plums
which you left on the vine to ripen
forgive me
they were perfectly ripe
and I am a fox
Source: National Geographic
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Two pieces revealed tonight on the Critical Role sizzle reel! Captain Xandis and and Planerider Ryn. These were super fun to do!
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“I feel like the moon is a very beautiful woman. She’s in control.” —Ravyn Lenae ♡
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— Maya C. Popa, from "Duress," Wound Is the Origin of Wonder
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RB IF YOU AGREE
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if you are distressed about not receiving a response from someone you'd like to be actively talking to, you have to take a moment. step back from the conversation, put yourself in their shoes. perhaps they're busy with something right now. you have to consider the possibility that maybe they hanging upside down by their ankle. everybody has their own schedule, and sometimes people spend time away from their phone or computer because they are currently suspended from a tree branch by a rope tied around their ankle that they unnoticingly stepped in because it was concealed by a pile of leafs. it's not that they don't want to respond; imagine that they can see their phone screen on the ground below but it's a good few inches out of reach and even if they bounce and flail on the branch their fingertips just can't touch it. sometimes life gets in the way
tumblr user wrenhavenriver this is the best idea I've ever heard
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breakfastburritoe
“tumblr” “grindr” do the gays not like the letter e for some reason
tsarbucks
it’s lgbt not legbet
Bobbie how dare you hide this gem in the tags!
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"There are old poops who will say that you do not become a grown-up until you have somehow survived, as they have, some famous calamity -- the Great Depression, the Second World War, Vietnam, whatever. Storytellers are responsible for this destructive, not to say suicidal, myth. Again and again in stories, after some terrible mess, the character is able to say at last, 'Today I am a woman. Today I am a man. The end.' When I got home from the Second World War, my Uncle Dan clapped me on the back, and he said, 'You're a man now.' So I killed him. Not really, but I certainly felt like doing it. Dan, that was my bad uncle, who said a male can't be a man unless he'd gone to war. But I had a good uncle, my late Uncle Alex. He was my father's kid brother, a childless graduate of Harvard who was an honest life-insurance salesman in Indianapolis. He was well-read and wise. And his principal complaint about other human beings was that they so seldom noticed it when they were happy. So when we were drinking lemonade under an apple tree in the summer, say, and talking lazily about this and that, almost buzzing like honeybees, Uncle Alex would suddenly interrupt the agreeable blather to exclaim, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.' So I do the same now, and so do my kids and grandkids. And I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point, 'If this isn't nice, I don't know what is.'"
— Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country (2005)