Hís diébus, sí thermopólium in bibliothécá est, níl mírum.  Ubí labóró, bibliothéca in thermopólió.

Imáginis propriae novae egére mé cénseó.  Haec imágó abhinc sex annós capta est!

Septimánam cultuum linguárumque antíquárum' décrévit nescióquis; Latíné igitur hác septimáná scríbam.  Cur nón?

Quá dé ré vultis ut scríbam?

kiriamaya:

kiriamaya:

kiriamaya:

Hi, all. Though I am working on coping with my MDD, I am still not functional/abled enough to make enough money to cover my rent, my bills, my meds and my debts. Please help by donating or signal-boosting if you can. Thank you.

Please do help if you can. Thanks to those who already have. <3

idk how I’m going to pay for therapy or rent or food or bills this month. Some folks have already helped a little, and I appreciate it very very much. But I still have no employment and no disability income, so if you could continue boosting this, I’d appreciate it very much as well. Thank you.

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anddeliquesce replied to your post “Nobody apart from James seems to do indie folk disco and I don’t…”

what@! NEED/WANT / surely not!?

You’ve probably already investigated using your own powers of googling, but here’s a short selection of songs of theirs that vaguely illustrate my ill-thought-out claim that James do ‘indie folk disco’ (among other things).  Do you have spotify?  If not, er, I’ll try to figure out some other format to put this into.

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[A wooden cabin stands in a scrubby desert.  The windows, door, and every alternate horizontal plank of the walls is a mirror reflecting the landscape around.  It looks like horizontal slices of a cabin floating in the air.  In the last picture it is dusk and the windows and door glow blue, red, green.]

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tamorapierce:

awkwardsituationist:

photos by mohammad reza domiri ganji in iran of: (1) the dome of the seyyed mosque in isfahan; (2,8) the nasīr al mulk mosque, or pink mosque, in shiraz; (3,4) the vakil mosque in shiraz; (5) the ceiling of the fifth floor of ali qapu in isfahan; (6,10) the vakil bathhouse in shiraz; (7) the imam mosque in isfahan; (9) the jame mosque of yazd

happy me

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wnyc:

Happy National Poetry Month from this first grader:
We did the soft wind.We danst slowly. We swrld aroned.We danst soft.We lisin to the mozik.We danst to the mozik.We made personal space.
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wnyc:

Happy National Poetry Month from this first grader:

We did the soft wind.
We danst slowly. We swrld aroned.
We danst soft.
We lisin to the mozik.
We danst to the mozik.
We made personal space.

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[Translucent pink and purple bowl-shaped jellyfish with little fringes, drifting calmly in a tank.]

Jellyfish - By Iona Bellingham

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asofterbucky:

she had curves in all the right places, and all the left places, also, and in places forgotten by time, and in places known only by dwarven scholars

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kiriamaya:

kiriamaya:

Hi, all. Though I am working on coping with my MDD, I am still not functional/abled enough to make enough money to cover my rent, my bills, my meds and my debts. Please help by donating or signal-boosting if you can. Thank you.

Please do help if you can. Thanks to those who already have. <3

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Sometimes I think about how many little things we probably do every day that would totally mess up the reasoning of a Sherlock-Holmes-style detective.

Like the other day we went to the cinema and I was wearing a shirt with no pockets so I put the ticket in my trouser pocket.  The next day I was wearing the same trousers and I put my hand in my pocket and found the ticket there.

Now, I have a certain selection of things I always have in my trouser pockets and I don’t really like having anything else in there because it confuses my hands when I want to get something, so I took the ticket out.  And I wasn’t near a rubbish bin, but I was wearing a shirt with a breast pocket.  So I put the ticket in the shirt pocket.

And I thought: if I get interestingly murdered, the Sherlock-Holmes-style detective is going to deduce that I’m wearing the same shirt that I wore yesterday.  Because it’s got a cinema ticket in the pocket with yesterday’s date on, and why on earth would anyone put a cinema ticket in the pocket of a shirt unless they were wearing the shirt when they went to the cinema?

Which is a bit of reasoning we would all find totally convincing if it came from a Sherlock-Holmes-style detective.  But it would be wrong.  Because actually there are so many other explanations for things once you take account of the fact that people are often slightly eccentric in completely trivial and unguessable ways.

premierbonheur:

Hey guys! My mom is giving lullaby workshops to moms and caregivers at the Women’s Center in San Francisco this week. My mom is a wonderful singer and I can attest to the power of the lullaby. 
The point isn’t being able to sing, though. Even if you don’t think you can carry a tune, there is a connection formed by singing to your baby with your own voice. 
If you’re in the Bay Area, please stop by! And please share this. My mom is so excited about this! 

premierbonheur:

Hey guys! My mom is giving lullaby workshops to moms and caregivers at the Women’s Center in San Francisco this week. My mom is a wonderful singer and I can attest to the power of the lullaby. 

The point isn’t being able to sing, though. Even if you don’t think you can carry a tune, there is a connection formed by singing to your baby with your own voice. 

If you’re in the Bay Area, please stop by! And please share this. My mom is so excited about this! 

[A brush-and-ink style cartoon showing a scene at the mouth of a cave, probably somewhere round the ancient Mediterranean.  Over the shoulder of a bearded traveller wearing a sort of unbelted exomis and carrying a staff, we see a hooded sibyl sitting on top of a steaming tripod.  The sibyl says, &#8216;Ruin is at hand.  That or everything is gonna be A-okay.  Don&#8217;t know which one.  But definitely one of those.&#8217;  The caption reads: &#8216;THE EITHER/ORACLE&#8217;.]

[A brush-and-ink style cartoon showing a scene at the mouth of a cave, probably somewhere round the ancient Mediterranean.  Over the shoulder of a bearded traveller wearing a sort of unbelted exomis and carrying a staff, we see a hooded sibyl sitting on top of a steaming tripod.  The sibyl says, ‘Ruin is at hand.  That or everything is gonna be A-okay.  Don’t know which one.  But definitely one of those.’  The caption reads: ‘THE EITHER/ORACLE’.]

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