absolutely about to be a freak about this but it’s my birthday on saturday and i haven’t met my goal yet, even after almost a year. would love it so, so much if we could get there before then! x
finally got my degree result today. a tad bittersweet what with things and various occurrences that have happened but it's just like. life goes on and you won't be there to see it. which is kind of your very traditional bog standard grief but it's just fucking. no wonder it's the thing everyone talks about. like i have this major thing that's happened to me and i can guess what you might have said to me when i told you but i'll never be able to know like... i'll never know the words and how you might've strung them together and if you'd have picked up my phone call or if i'd have left a voicemail and if you'd have sent me a card or a present or if you'd have cried or if it would've made your day or week or month and i will never know and you'll never know my news and it's actually just the worst thing ever. but on the bright side i have a degree
so sorry about your dad and wishing you peace, he sounds like a lovely person
thank you so much
really sorry to hear about your dad. sending love to you and your family ❤️
thank you, it means a lot
Completely sober in the club googling worst medieval executions
hi, can you please tell me the name of the magazine that writes obituaries for extinct species? thank you 😊🩷
https://www.tumblr.com/mauriacs/715798085901631488/the-last-poouli-died-in-an-unusual-nest-too-weak?source=share
hi! that specific one was from the guardian which has done a few (here's one about carp, for example) but also this edition of the earth first magazine dedicated pages 38-39 to extinction obituaries. they have more elsewhere i think (they are available to download for free). that whole edition has some lovely but exceedingly depressing articles.
writing my dissertation in three days.... .. can it be done? probably. will it be good? probably not
A specter is haunting Europe. The specter of the LACK OF TASTE
*cha cha chas sadly*
just walked past a drunken man with a thick bristol accent shouting "I hope he has a good coronation and then gets fucked up the arse!!"
“i was born in the wrong generation” well actually it appears that we’ve all been born in the same generation as medieval serfs
The last po’ouli died in an unusual nest. Too weak to perch, the brownish-greyish songbird rested in a small towel twisted into a ring. He was the last of his species, the last in fact of an entire group of finches, and occurred nowhere on Earth outside his native Hawaii. For weeks, as scientists tried to find him a mate, he had been getting sicker. The only remaining po’ouli had just one eye. Alone in the towel, alone in all the world, he closed it.