Moody Mercutio

thinking about all the “small” art that’s ever existed. songs that were only ever sung in one village. stories written by children that got lost in the shuffle. personal paintings that didn’t survive the test of time. how they affected the lives of just a few, but still existed, still mattered to someone.

this is not a sad post!!!! this is a celebration!!!!! art is part of the human condition!!!!!!! we were born to create and share!!!!!!!!!!!

You've seen long haired Virgil, now I present to you long silly hat Dante

Nargothrond cowboy au

French Flower stamps

Photos by Pilllpat on Flickr

Tiles! I want to have a kitchen wall full with different designs

This is a documented thing! It occurs most often with hearts but can happen with any transplanted organ. It's called 'cellular memory' and I wrote a whole paper on it during my freshman year of uni. It's also why some transplant recipients experience new preferences, thoughts, and sometimes behaviors their donor was known to have. Like favourite foods or drinks, subtle changes in personality (like becoming a bit more daring, etc), and more. It's usually temporary as the organ adjusts to its new person's preferences, experiences, habits, etc. It's fascinating and awesome and I would love to study it in-depth someday.

Which is why I want all of my organs upon death given to the same person. Hostile takeover from within.

I'm just trying to figure out what situation would require multiple organ transplants all at once.

Doctor: well the bad news is that all of your everything is fucked. The good news is that someone with an odd final request just died

actually for fusies, let’s make it a poll

original post for context:

14 hours a day work and 7-9 hours sleep a night leaves two hours to eat, shower, buy groceries, remember what fucking grass looks like, book in your therapy session for your crushing burnout, run yourself into an early grave and leave a stressed but incredibly wealthy corpse.

Or earn more than the median salary in Washington DC and have your whole life to spend it on doing the things that you enjoy.

That easy life is called a stroke.

It's called a stroke

Also, I can still work and just have the extra 10k on top of my salary.

Kinda crazy how speaking English is almost a form of literacy without which your access to the relevant scientific and sociopolitical conversations of our time is seriously limited.... Thank God I started reading yaoi fanfiction on American websites at age 14

Tolkientober catch up post 3/? Horseys! Rivendell!

Der Morgen Nach Der Feier — The Morning After the Celebration (1853)

— by Ludwig Knaus

Uminonakamichi Seaside Park, Japan by snowshoe hare*

Bilbo barely passed Old Took's record lifespan after having a supernaturally-life-extending ring for 60 years. which begs a question. what the hell did Old Took do

Bothersome beast, comforting friend

Also, because it's Tumblr I have to spell everything out. Use your own personal definition of what constitutes a major versus a minor holiday