Vyacheslav Nazaruk. Illustrations for Pavel Bazhov tales (1970s).
Vyacheslav Nazaruk. Illustrations for Pavel Bazhov tales (1970s).
It’s here: the GIF you never knew you needed.
Sherlock Holmes reacting to the entire concept of romantic love.
And in non-gif form…
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tomorrow the russian government is gonna add a few new laws in the criminal code:
1) if you’re posting a fake (fake is literally anything that doesn’t say the offical state information) - it’s a crime = you can go to jail
2) if you’re vocally against the war - it’s a crime = you can go to jail
3) if you’re saying the sanctions are good/are justified - it’s a crime = you can go to jail.
today, some of our opposition media sources were blocked for spreading information that was different from the official media.
today facebook and twitter were blocked in russia, god knows what will happen in the morning. maybe they’ll cut the internet for all I know.
please, spread the word. if some of your russian friends фку suddenly disappear from the social media - our government is doing everything for us to rely only on the lies they’re spreading.
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an important moment in the life of any child is the day they learn about spontaneous hay combustion
what
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a premium tumblr service you say? what a fantastic way to support my favorite bloggers! unfortunately the only currency i have is copper ingots, but i assure you they are of the FINEST quality, as you can see from all of my stellar reviews
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“In Vietnamese, the word for missing someone and remembering them is
the same: nhớ. Sometimes, when you ask me over the phone, Con nhớ mẹ
không? I flinch, thinking you meant, Do you remember me?I miss you more than I remember you.”
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous: A Novel
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but you see her on instagram and it was never really said that you guys aren’t friends but one day she stopped answering and you stopped texting and it’s not like the wound is a cavern but it is a diagram of what if in red letters. you want to tell her nice lipstick that’s a good color but the last time you spoke it was stilted and awkward
how do you say goodbye, you know? it’s not an unfriend and block kind of situation. but you watch the people you once loved go on and have a life and you’re outside of it. and it’s bittersweet because of course it’s okay that you’re both thriving. but she used to be who you’d call if you needed to cry. she used to be who’d you’d be binge watching the new series with. you used to be hers, in a way, even if that way wasn’t permanent. and now she’s someone else and so are you and your friendship is clicking heart shapes next to pictures where she smiles next to people you’ve never met. you know where her birthmark is. she knows where you’ve buried your dead.
the poets and the singers and the authors write about romantic love when it ends. but nobody tells you how to get over a friend.
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My perfect mashed potatoes
The secret is in the water; literally, it’s IN the water.
See, when you boil potatoes, a lot of special starches and sugars and stuff leeches out into the water. When you drain the water before mashing them, you throw away a lot of good stuff, which is a big part of what makes mashed potatoes “dry” and bland, even when you add large amounts of cream and butter and things.
So don’t throw out any water.
Here’s how you do that:
First, cut your potatoes into smaller cubes than you probably do. (I’ve left the skins on for flavor and also, that’s where a lot of a potato’s nutrients are, like protien and iron and vitamins B and C, just to name a few)
The reason for cutting them smaller (besides avoiding giant peices of skin) is so that there is less space in the pot between each peice for water to fill, so you use less water to cook them. That’s important because you won’t be draining any water, so you can’t afford to have too much water! For the same reason, just barely cover them with water when they go on the stove.
But! Before you do that, put the pot on the stove with some butter, garlic, and seasonings; let the butter start to sizxle just a little then put most of a single layer of potatoes in the pan and let the brown and sear. Turn them, brown them on all sides, get ‘em fairly dark (I forgot to get a pic here because I was worried I’d burn the butter).
Ready? now throw the rest of the potatoes in right on top, and add your water, give them a stir. This way, you’re boiling in some of that lovely fried potato/french fry flavor.
Okay, so, as they cook, you may need to add a little water, not too much! ideally the very highest piece of potato will be poking just above the surface. Now, when your potatoes are really really soft, mash them directly into the water. Just pull them off the stove, leave all the water in, and start mashing. Trust me. At first you’ll think there’s too much water. If you get them mashed and they ARE a little too liquidy, just put ‘em back on the stove. You’ll have to stir often or constantly, but they will steam off additional water without losing any good stuff.
Now add some salt, and taste. Right?! And you haven’t even put in any cream or cheese or anything yet.
Speaking of which, you can use like, a third of the amount of butter or cream or anything, and they will still taste better than usual. So they taste better AND they are higher in nutrients AND lower in fats and salts! That’s a lot of win — enjoy your potatoes!
Fuck Columbus! Indigenous Rights! And happy Thanksgiving!
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Sometimes you miss people who don’t exist anymore. It’s not that they are dead or not here. But still, you miss this guy from when you both were 15 or this person from freshman year specifically. It’s not that they are gone but they might as well be.
When your response to any stressful situation is uncontrollable babbling about everything that comes into your head.
Yes, including this post