beardedmrbean:

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absolutely could sell the daylights out of something like that, this feels brilliant to me

cafe–gay:

grim-anatomist:

When you see a really good post but there’s some form of guilt tripping to reblog it added on at the end

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(ID: A screenshot of Marge from the Simpsons looking dismally at the camera with one arm raised. A caption underneath her reads “It’s true, but I’m not reblogging it.” End ID)

Me: overall agrees with and is interested in post

Post: “But I bet you’re just gonna skip past this bc you don’t care 😒”

Me:

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6qubed:

cheddar-baby:

just kicked this dude so hard his worms came out

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literally-jasmine:

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The art history version of “you’d look prettier if you smiled more”

bemusedlybespectacled:

charlesoberonn:

thecottageinthedark:

whatsupbeanie:

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I was reading one of my childhood diaries the other day and there was a whole paragraph saying how hopeful I was that my writing will help the archeologists in the far future. Then it proceeded to describe my lunch that day and how my dog was probably secretly able to talk. 

#it IS of historical value#children’s experiences are underrepresented in historical sources#it doesn’t need well written or profound to be of historical value#comic#funny#art

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A bronze statue of a young boy sitting on a bench, holding a scrap of birch bark in one hand and a writing implement in the other. Next to him is a toy horse on wheels.ALT

there is a fucking statue of a kid who lived sometime in the 1200s, around 800 fucking years ago, because we have pieces of his homework that he doodled on while learning how to write. this is one of his drawings:

A piece of birch bark with two stick figures. They have hands that look like rakes with way too many or too few fingers and sassy eyebrows. There are letters in the lower left corner.ALT

when I was googling him (because I couldn’t remember his name), I stumbled across this twitter thread about him, which includes a different doodle by an italian boy in the 1400s of knights besieging a castle:

A drawing of two soldiers (one on horseback and one an archer on foot) attacking a castle. The castle has three windows through which you can see the people inside, one on each floor. There is an archer at the top of the tower.ALT

It’s at the back of one of his schoolbooks for learning Latin.

ALL WE KNOW OF THESE KIDS IS STUFF THEY DREW WHILE THEY WERE BORED AND IT’S STILL HISTORICALLY IMPORTANT.

teaboot:

Okay but do white people age badly or do we just not recognize signs of aging in other races or is it a combination of the two because there was this *really* cute girl in one of my college courses and I didn’t realize how bad I’d guessed until I told her I was 18 and she said she had a son my age

rj-gryffon:
“I found this proverb somewhere on this cursed website. I’ve been thinking about it ever since.
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rj-gryffon:

I found this proverb somewhere on this cursed website. I’ve been thinking about it ever since.

assiraphales:

assiraphales:

detective pikachu came out four years ago why did no one (except sonic after ugly sonic) take notes

this works

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this also works

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this does NOT

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foone:

ADHD in the era of the personal brand is wild.

You get into a thing and hyperfocus harder than anyone ever has hyperfocused. Dozens, hundreds of posts across multiple platforms. You discover things no one knows, you create many new things, you intangibly weave your very digital soul into the threads of this niche thing’s fabric. You are now known as “The Thing Guy” on several websites (despite not being a guy). People screenshot it and crosspost it to other websites, and the comments are like “OH IT’S THE THING GUY AGAIN!”

three weeks later, you drop it like a stone. You still want to do it, but you have no more motivation, and you can’t force yourself to touch it again. Your brain just goes “bored now” and moves on. 

Mere months later someone goes “hey, aren’t you The Thing Guy?”. You are suddenly smoking a cigarette. You take a deep drag. “Used to be, long ago… back in March”. They look at the calendar. It’s halfway through May.