1. 22:59 22nd Jul 2014

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    Reblogged from astrophobe


    american cities have boring names, but if you smush the city name together with the state name then they become fairy names from faerie land. Portloregon. Chicillinois. Losangefornia. Charlarolina. Seashington. Oklahoklahoma. Buffalork. THe list goes on

  2. 22:58

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    Reblogged from cavansite


    Every time I’ve ever made a mistake it was because I underestimated the staggering complexity of the world around me

  3. 21:33

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    Reblogged from beautilation

    (Source: donrickles)

  4. 16:36

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    Reblogged from fivekitsonekat

    I am struck occasionally, usually while snuggling the cat, with our faith in domestication.

    The cat is a small, ferocious predator, twelve pounds of…well, flab and fur, frankly, in Athena’s case, but what muscle there is is strong all out of proportion to her size. I have watched three 150+ primates try and fail to subdue a ten pound cat, and consider it not at all unusual. The cat is as flexible as a snake and as strong as an ox. She has quite dainty looking teeth and claws, but there’s nothing dainty about their ability to flay flesh from bone.

    If the cat and I were in a duel to the death, I would almost certainly win. I am 15+ times larger than she is, after all, and while my teeth and claws are pathetic, I have prehensile hands capable of doing terrible things. But if I had to go in naked, as the cat does, (and assuming the cat was aware that she was going to have to kill me, and not taking a nap in the corner) I can pretty much guarantee it would be a Pyhrric victory. I’d look like I’d gone ten rounds with a wolverine. I would need stitches. A lot of stitches. Possibly a glass eye. And antibiotics by the truckload. It’d be a mess, and there would even be a chance of an upset if the cat managed to go face-hugger on me.

    And yet, despite the knowledge of the shocking amount of damage my small predator could inflict, it never occurs to me to worry. I pick the cat up and she tucks her head under my chin and purrs, canine teeth centimeters from my jugular, and despite the fact that I am carrying a ruthless carnivore in a position where she could, with great ease, remove me from the gene pool, I am thoroughly content with the world. Even knowing full well that cats are not even a truly domesticated animal, that Athena’s kin might best be described as “consistently tamed,” my greatest concern is that my black tank top is now coated in white cat hairs.

    We have such faith in the process of domestication, despite the sheer unnaturalness of what’s happening. Small predators do not curl up on the chests of large primates and purr in the wild. And yet, every now and again, generally when my small predator is purring on the chest of this particular primate, I think How strange, how strange… that we’re doing this, and even stranger, that we both take it completely for granted, and find nothing unusual in such a completely unlikely alliance.

  5. 16:31

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    Reblogged from fivekitsonekat


    "Raven what’s on your face.

    It is me”

    (Source: liveandletflyy)

  6. 16:28

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    Reblogged from cavansite

    Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation.
    Depression is humiliating.
    If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.
    It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too.
    Depression is humiliating.
    No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.
    — Pearl (via sherunsfromdarkness)
  7. 16:28

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    Reblogged from cavansite


    you know what would go GREAT with that dress? a sword and iron gauntlets

  8. 16:19

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    Reblogged from fuckyeahfirefly

  9. 16:09

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    Reblogged from quoms


    it’s funny that we’ve designated an entire category of Bad Words as ‘swears’ and ‘cursing’ while simultaneously eliminating most actual curses from day-to-day speech (except ‘damn it’, i suppose, which is considered tame) and making the swearing of oaths so commonplace as to go right over everyone’s heads but like paleo-fundamentalist christians

    it’s not so much the broadening of those categories as the fact that we don’t even have any other words to describe the act of saying ‘fuck’ or ‘shit’ a lot which while i understand people’s distaste for it is nowhere near as objectionable as damning some guy on the street to hell or cursing his descendants for all time. imo. because that’s like personal shit. way different from ‘don’t use certain syllables for grammatically neutral emphasis around my kids because i also don’t want them to use those syllables’ (i.e. ‘for reasons’)

    put that way, isn’t this really a matter of people wanting their kids to grow up speaking an upper-class ‘refined’ dialect and not a matter of anyone being rude to anyone, except inasmuch as lower-class speech grates on the ears of the rich? and this program, which should be nonsensical on its face, is accomplished by pilfering terminology from a time when people regularly quoted the bible to each other and thought ‘thou shalt not take the name of the Lᴏʀᴅ thy god in vain’ was Real Shit

  10. 15:56

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    Reblogged from scurrilizzie

    Kids, always stay awake in the car.

    this is so calming

    (Source: 12-wanderlust-12)