my new modern art piece called “idiot dies”. i trapped i guy in one way mirror glass box and we are gonna watch him die. and then while everyone is watching on like day four i just fill the room with acid killing everyone except the guy, and then i give him forty bucks.
miraclemaya
mia nova modernartaĵo nomiĝas “idioto mortas”. mi kaptis iun ulon en vitra kesto el unudirekta spegulo kaj ni spektu ĝin mortanta. kaj do dum ĉiuj spektas je iu tago ekzemple la kvara mi simple plenigas la ĉambron per acidaĵo mortigante ĉiujn krom la ulo, kaj poste mi donis al li kvardek dolarojn.
everyone knows about sealand but nobody ever talks about isola delle rose.
“Repubblica Esperantista dell'Isola delle Rose” or in esperanto
“Esperanta Respubliko de la Insulo de la Rozoj”
was a man-made island created by the engineer Giorgio Rosa that was tired of Italian laws and decided to make his own country. The “republic” was located in the Adriatic sea at 11 kilometres From Rimini and it declared it’s indepence the 1 of May 1968.
It had it’s own president (Giorgio Rosa), it’s own passport and even its own language called “Esperanto” (and 3 people lived on it and at least one of them had it’s passport)
The republic only lasted 55 days being destroyed by the Italian government the 11/13 of February 1969
meitoscringe
ĉiuj scias pri selando sed neniu iam parolas pri insulo de la rozoj
meitoscringe
“Esperanta Respubliko de la Insulo de la Rozoj”
estis artefarita insulo konstruita de la inĝeniero Giorgio Rosa kiun tedis itala leĝaro kaj decidis fari sian propan landon. La “respubliko” troviĝis en la Adriatika maro je 11 kilometroj el Rimini kaj ĝi deklaris sian sendependecon je la 1-a de majo 1968.
Ĝi havis sian propan prezidenton (Giorgio Rosa), sian propan pasporton kaj eĉ sian propan lingvon nomata “Esperanto” (kaj 3 homoj loĝis tie kaj almenaŭ unu el ili havis ĝian pasporton)
La respubliko nur daŭris 55 tagojn pro sia detruo de la itala registaro je la 11-a/13-a de februaro 1969.
*person who has rich parents* you can do like anything you want in this world you can literally drop out of highschool and go to Europe for a decade and come back to build a family and start a small business but it’s like you have to want it you can’t just expect things to come to you without you putting the work in
hairbrush9
*homo kies gepatroj estas riĉuloj* vi povas fari ĉion ajn kion vi volas en tiu ĉi mondo vi fakte povas forlasis la mezlernejon kaj iri tra Eŭropo dum jardeko kaj reveni por formi familion kaj krei entrepenon sed tio kio gravas estas vere deziregi ĝin oni simple ne povas atendi tion sen labori por tio
Anyway dni if you still support Cain, he hit his brother over the head with a fucking rock and it killed him instantly (source). I truly do not know how he still has fans. It astounds me how people can call themselves good people and still be completely fine platforming blatantly Abelist assholes like him. Smh
joyflameball
Cetere ne interagu kun mi se vi ankoraŭ subtenas Kainon, li batis sian fraton kapen per diable ŝtonego mortigante lin tuje (fonto). Mi ja ne komprenas kiel daŭre ŝatatoj de li ekzistas. Surprizas min kiel uloj rigardas sin kiel bonaj homoj kaj ankoraŭ ne rigardas problema subteni senhontaj kontraŭhabelismaj aĉuloj kiel vi. Ve
If I were a security guard for a person who’s being targeted by assassins I simply wouldn’t devote my entire attention span to every single noise I hear.
Why do I care if there’s a random noise in this out-of-the-way dark corner? My post is right here.
But… but I threw a rock there. Y-you gotta check
If I hear a noise I’m gonna throw a flash grenade in that direction.
MY EYES AND EARS
“Got a neutralized assassin in gate 17.”
“Did they try distracting you by throwing a rock?”
“Yeah, they did.”
“Fucking idiot.”
4 years of community assassin college for nothing
You know what really makes this post? The fact that the assassin’s blog is deactivated. Seems OPs flashbang worked.
little known fact, once you are older & no longer in school, time stops being real. did that thing happen one year ago? two? five? a few months ago? who knows.
At least for me, I think the reason for this is that school provided lots of convenient clues for dating memories - on a yearly granularity even! - and after getting freed from school, there are a lot fewer clues, and any clues that might be there are much less rigidly granular.
For example, if I recall a memory from back when I was in school, I might remember that it was an event that happened in the fifth grade classroom, and the fifth grade teacher was in the room, and my fifth grade friends were there. That’s a lot of clues that this memory is probably from when I was in fifth grade, which would mean I was about ten years old, and I can understand the relative chronology of that memory compared to my current age, or compared to a different memory of when I was in third grade, etc.
But after there was no more school, I no longer would be in a new classroom with a new teacher every single year like clockwork. There’s no longer a plethora of obvious clues inside each memory itself about when the memory took place. I can think of a different memory and remember that this memory took place in my first apartment… so that means it took place somewhere in the range of three or so years that I was living in that particular apartment. I can think of a different memory that took place at my second apartment, and I lived there for seven or so years, so that’s a pretty big range for when that memory might have happened… so when exactly was it?
At least for me, my memories tend to include where I was sitting or standing when the event occured. So I can sometimes get more granular with my memory because I remember I was sitting at my desk in my second apartment, and my desk was oriented a certain way, so I can know if the memory is from some time after we rearranged the room so that my desk would be in that spot.
So, in the event that your brain works anything like my brain, if you are finding yourself in a timeless haze, I recommend moving (lol), or at the very least moving the furniture around, to give yourself new clues in your memories so that they don’t all feel like they are from the same exact place, which feels like all part of the same time.
I love games that, upon completion, shatters my sense of reality, leaves me full of emotions for days or weeks at end, and changes me as a person, for better or worse
ok so I guess tumblr’s userbase might be aging also in what universe are people not texting each other. are we just making up things to feel insecure about now
it’s a valid point: phone usage prior to 2010 was more likely to be person to person, now a significant fraction of that is going to be consuming public content and a smaller fraction producing public content, mental awareness of and exposure to Society at large (on a global scale!) is far more prevalent than it was when you could only text people whose numbers you knew personally.
You’re letting “valid” do a lot of heavy lifting. I think you know this person complaining about influencers does not think the issue is that if it’s easier to message an Australian than at any point in time prior. Whatever point you want to make about “exposure to society at large” and knowing every person you talk to in real life has very little to do with what this complaint is
I don’t follow, phones used to be exclusively for person to person comms, which they can still do, but time spent on phones today is more likely to be spent browsing and posting on social media, a very different activity that has very different effects.
“Medieval peasants couldn’t handle my Spotify playlist” but could YOU handle a medieval bard relaying the epic of Beowulf over the course of an hour? Humble yourself.
Blood test results are back. 0’s across the board, dry as a bone under the hood, they’re not sure what they’ve got in those vials but it recoils from light and lunges towards living tissue, which is all normal for girls these days.
Can someone tell me where these feminine trans guys with massive tits who wear push-up bras and skimpy outfits that I keep seeing transphobes complain about are? I’d love to see massive tboy boobs.
Please can transphobes stop gatekeeping the tboys with massive breasts who wear glam makeup . Plsss tell me where you met these people . They sound awesome .
Transphobes trying to create a caricature of a trans person, every time: Okay so imagine this extremely hot cool person right-
Hey, no homo, but I am sitting on the broken swing set out back in the perfect, quiet, 2:00am blackness and picturing the softness of your voice and the darkness of your eyes with such perfect and terrible clarity that it feels like I’m choking on my own heartbeat.
Now I’m eating croutons straight out of the bag.
Still no homo ?
I’m gonna level with you, friend: I am eating these croutons gay style.
honey is the only food product that never spoils. there are pots of honey that are over five thousand years old and still completely edible
i also want to point out we know it tastes the same even after thousands of years b/c archaeologists who discovered two thousand year old honey tasted it. presumably right after they looked at each other and went “what the hell here goes nothing”
I’m pretty sure they also identify human remains by taste. Archaeologists are straight up freaks.
No, no no… you identify bone from rock or other substances by touching it to your tongue. If it sticks, it’s bone. The taste itself has nothing to do with it. And most archaeologists won’t lick human bones if they know they’re human.
…and I realize that doesn’t actually do much to prove archaeologists aren’t freaks.
mai nam is jane and wen i dig i fynde some roks both smol and big i put my tung upon the stone for science yes i lik the bone
I’m sitting with a bunch of archaeologists and we just laughed so hard we CRIED we’re getting tshirts with this on them
I will never ever get tired of seeing bredlik poems. It is really one of the seminal art forms of the century. I am not being sarcastic.
If I ever don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead and archaeologists are licking my bones.
devastating news for the discourse poster: “media literacy” in the modern age includes the ability to identify which posts are bait
before you go on lamenting the death of media literacy on the post of some guy who may, perhaps, have a financial incentive to get as many eyes on their slop as humanly possible, take a second to assess whether this “literacy” you speak of could apply to you in this very moment, because otherwise, brother, i bear some bad news,
For the past half year, my doctor and I have been struggling with medicaid to get me a wheelchair, which I need because of fibromyalgia, plantar fasciitis, and the fact that the cartilage in my knees are being ground to dust. Insurance is refusing to cover the costs of the wheelchair despite repeated appeals, and I’m at the end of my rope with waiting as it gets even more difficult to just get outside. So I’m taking things into my own hands.
The wheelchair I’m aiming to get is a Fold and Go, with the $94/month payment plan. I live on disability, however, and even that much will cut into what I can do/pay for with my current set of bills. I need the leftover money for surprise bills and transportation to doctor’s appointments. I’m aiming to get the full $2,695 so that I can pay it off as soon as possible and not have that sword hanging over my head.
Genuinely, anything y'all can do, even just spreading the word, will help me out immensely. Thank you. If you send money through paypal, please let me know so I can grab the money!
One of my favourite bits in Monster Con so far has been every website and product getting a bland name but Tumblr is just Tumblr like who gives a shit lol
