when i grow up i want to be a library goblin. i get paid to wander the shelves and be discovered curled up and reading in unlikely places, perhaps hissing if i am interrupted in the middle of a good part. why would a library pay for this service you ask? because it will add to the ambiance next question
*slams back a bourbon whiskey* listen mate I’ve been here for all kinds of ridiculous tumblr meltdowns I was here when Yahoo took over I was here for dashcon I was here when the notes disappeared I was here back when those superwholock chain posts of fucking up non believers were taken seriously and through every single one I have done fuck all. I have not changed a goddang thing. I waited for the end and the end never came. I do not plan on changing my status quo now. either things will go on as they always have and in six months time I’ll be here watching staff announce that anyone with over 1000 followers are being monitored or I will have been physically deleted from this wonderful stupid fucking website and either way I’m gonna go out posting pictures of my cat
I just want you guys to know that the woman of the confused lady meme is a Brazilian actress
it’s a scene from a soap opera. her character was called Nazaré Tedesco. This was one of the most iconic roles in all of Brazilian soap operas. So here goes another iconic scene (it’s Nazaré kidnapping a baby) that you guys can use to make memes:
I’m so glad this post is still going around
wtf this entire time i thought she was the tall lady from american horror story
I thought it was Julia Roberts
She’s also popular among the Brazilian LGBTQ+ community bc of a scene of her saying “lesbians. I can smell the leather from far away”
I used to feed the crows on campus every day because it was easier than making human friends (I had one already - and Robin likes crows as much as I do). Pretty soon, they figured out where I lived and would alight upon my dorm windowsill and watch me. I offered them only healthy things, like leftover fish, hard boiled eggs, nuts, suet, and dog food. They were already habituated to humans and had no fear of us, and I figured it was better to feed them real food instead of the french fries they’d get tossed.
It only got weird when people began to notice that crows would follow me to class. Two in particular would fly alongside me as I walked across campus, landing and cawing for treats and keeping pace with me. Sometimes people would try to scare them off and I’d have to explain that Heinrich and Fatima weren’t bad omens signaling my doom, just spoiled little brats.
Friendly reminder to not punish yourself for creating.
Can you elaborate on what you mean by this?
I have a tendency to beat myself up whenever something I make doesn’t meet my expectations (which is always). The result is that finishing something = bad feelings: I am effectively punishing myself for having created something. The natural reaction to this punishment is an aversion to creation, meaning that my perfectionism is harming me, not only by causing me to despise what I do make and by impeding the creative process, but by attacking even my desire to create.