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Tuesday 20th January
11:43am @ 1,073 notes

fairycosmos:

nobody tells you that you have to make different choices if you want to be different. even for habits that are ingrained into the fabric of your being. FUCKED UPPPPPPPPP

Tuesday 20th January
11:42am @ 1,172 notes

fluentisonus:

fluentisonus:

thinking abt that calvino short story abt the husband and wife who work opposite shifts and only see each other briefly in passing in the morning/evening. aughh

bits that make me feel crazy

text reading "At that hour, the house was always scantily heated, but Elide had completely undressed, and was washing in the little bathroom. Afterwards he came in, more calmly, and also undressed and washed, slowly, removing the dust and grease of the shop. And so, as both of them stood at the same basin, half-naked, a bit numbed, shoving each other now and then, taking the soap from each other, the toothpaste, and continuing to tell each other the things they had to tell, the moment of intimacy came, and at times, maybe when they were helpfully taking turns scrubbing each other's back, a caress slipped in, and they found themselves embracing. But all of a sudden Elide would cry: "My God! Look at the time!" and she would run to pull on her garter-belt, skirt, all in haste, on her feet, still brushing her hair, and stretching her face to the mirror over the dresser, hairpins held between her lips. Arturo would come in after her; he had a cigarette going, and would look at her, standing, smoking, and every time he seemed a bit embarrassed, having to stay there unable to do anything. Elide was ready, she slipped her coat on in the corridor, they exchanged a kiss, she opened the door, and could already be heard running down the stairs."ALT
text reading "Arturo remained alone. He followed the sound of Elide's heels down the steps, and when he couldn't hear her any more he still followed her in his thoughts, that quick little trot through the courtyard, out of the door of the building, the sidewalk, as far as the tram stop. The tram, on the contrary, could be heard clearly: shrieking, stopping, the slam of the step as each passenger boarded. There, she's caught it, he thought, and could see his wife clinging in the midst of the crowd of workers, men and women, on the number eleven that took her to the factory as it did every day. He stubbed out the butt, closed the shutters at the window, darkening the room, and got into bed. The bed was as Elide had left it on getting up, but on his side, Arturo's, it was almost intact, as if it had just been made. He lay on his own half, properly, but later he stretched a leg over there, where his wife's warmth had remained, then he also stretched out the other leg, and so little by little he moved entirely over to Elide's side, into that niche of warmth that still retained the form of her body, and he dug his face into her pillow, into her perfume, and he fell asleep."ALT
text reading "When the table was set, when everything that had been prepared was placed within reach so they wouldn't have to get up afterwards, then came the moment of yearning that over-whelmed them both, the thought that they had so little time to be together, and they could hardly raise the spoon to their mouth, in their longing just to sit there and hold hands."ALT
text reading "Now he was speeding through the dark streets, among the sparse lamps, perhaps he had already passed the gasometer. Elide went to bed, turned off the light. From her own half, lying there, she would slide one foot towards her husband's place, looking for his warmth, but each time she realized it was warmer where she slept, a sign that Arturo had slept there too, and she would feel a great tenderness."ALT
Tuesday 20th January
11:40am @ 1,221 notes

fairycosmos:

i find it insanely sad that people use chatgpt as a therapist and a friend and i dont mean sad in the condescending or mocking way. it is harrowingly depressing for real

Tuesday 20th January
11:40am @ 5,835 notes

onyxcyon:

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Killdeer (Charadrius vociferus)

the broken-wing display is one of my favorite examples of innate behaviors!! many bird families have evolved this trait independently, but killdeers are so iconic for it


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Tuesday 20th January
11:39am @ 453 notes

fairycosmos:

im seriously a fan of millennials. i like their humour. i like their clothes. i like that they briefly for a moment in time had optimism and fun music and a genuine will to change the world. they are a chill collective big sibling. i like millennials

Tuesday 20th January
11:36am @ 24,183 notes

memorydatas:

shadowthian:

memorydatas:

does anyone else remember when michaels (art supply company) accidentally made omegle again

when they What

michaels added a feature for a while in sept. 2020 where shoppers could ask questions that would be answered live by other shoppers anonymously. which led to some good michaels interactions.

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Tuesday 20th January
11:35am @ 6,761 notes

seven-oh-four:

why do ducklings travel in such an obviously chain-lightning-able formation? are they stupid?

Tuesday 20th January
11:35am @ 242 notes
Anonymous asked:

i’m gonna sound so fucking stupid when i say this but i wish i could just exist in old pictures and hazy memories

fairycosmos:

“im going to sound so fucking stupid when i say this” top 10 things people say before they utter the realest most sickeningly nostalgic thing youve ever heard

Monday 19th January
15:18pm @ 14,947 notes

weedass:

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me giving my dog his stick toy when he isnt really interested in playing

Monday 19th January
15:17pm @ 23,319 notes

puppygirllaika:

puppygirllaika:

people act like CNC is some evil irredeemable kink as if it’s not literally just you and your partner(s) deciding that today opposite day.

“But if we let people play the floor is lava around the house, it normalizes being careless around real lava!” that’s y'all. that’s how you sound.

Monday 19th January
15:16pm @ 11,423 notes

holedyke:

careers.com/creepingaroundquietlyinthedark

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