what if you were hanging out on a bus or in a classroom or whatever and then something happens to you that is so ClassicTumblr™ Text Post For Notes© that you can never tell anyone. like, this bisexual punk grandmother just choked out a skinhead with her Destiel-themed cane while giving an impassioned speech about Big Pharma and now you can never tell anybody
“what are the chances of EVERYONE in a group of friends being queer” you do realize that we all tend to flock together like penguins huddling for warmth in a cold, heteronormative world, right
friend: “your blog is full of porn ugh!”
me: there’s like no porn on my blog what are you saying
friend: “you just reblogged some….”
me: he’s just eating ass grow up?
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the lights arent very good for pictures rn bc my sister is using the desk lamp, but i could definitely post a picture one of these days!
taking care of my nails has been a great way to control my skin picking compulsion lately!! plus my hands are always looking nice it’s a good feeling
Babylonian era problems. (photo via tbc34)
old school hate mail
Imagine how pissed you have to be to engrave a rock
Ok but there was this guy called Ea-nasir who was a total crook and would actually cheat people ought of good copper and sell them shit instead.
The amount of correspondences complaining to and about this guy are HILARIOUS.Are you telling me we know about a specific guy who lived 5000 years ago, by name, because he was a huge asshole
More like 4000 years ago but yes. Ea-nasir and his dodgy business deals.
And we haven’t even touched on the true hilarity of the situation yet. Consider two additional facts:
- He wasn’t just into copper trading. There are letters complaining about Ea-nasir’s business practices with respect to everything from kitchenwares to real estate speculation to second-hand clothing. The guy was everywhere.
- The majority of the surviving correspondences regarding Ea-nasir were recovered from one particular room in a building that is believed to have been Ea-nasir’s own house.
Like, these are clay tablets. They’re bulky, fragile, and difficult to store. They typically weren’t kept long-term unless they contained financial records or other vital information (which is why we have huge reams of financial data about ancient Babylon in spite of how little we know about the actual culture: most of the surviving tablets are commercial inventories, bills of sale, etc.).
But this guy, this Ea-nasir, he kept all of his angry letters – hundreds of them – and meticulously filed and preserved them in a dedicated room in his house. What kind of guy does that?
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mad max: furry road
you know when youre watching a tv show and you feel like youre coming to a part that youve seen gifs of on tumblr and it gives you a rush of excitement like oh boy this is what we trained for
their whole dynamic tbh
sea captain: yeah, ok, why are you on my ship?
gon: i’m 12 im gonna be like my dad because im 12.
leorio: i don’t respect authority
kurapika: *6 hour long monologue about deceit and honesty*