Client sent a meeting invite to discuss him handing his documents over to another team and he’s called it “[DOC ID] conscious uncoupling” 😭😭 born to be a pop culture journalist, forced to manage oil wells
husbands playing tomodachi life are like “is anyone gonna make another ugly ass bald man” and won’t even wait for an answer. why is hunter s thompson on our island man
tomodachi life is eating my brain. sabrina carpenter is presently in love with first ever uk prime minister robert walpole, and i for one approve of their problematic age gap relationship (a cool 323 years)
read a book in the span of 3 hours like i'm a teenager again. this shit good as fuck
every time i accidentally click unload tab instead of unpin tab i shake my fist at the sky to curse whatever WEIRDO even needs the unload function. just close your tabs dork
websites/apps where the default is dark mode never having a light mode. what's that about. do it the other way around and all the internet molerats start whinging but the second i, an astigmatism,
“Message Clear”, by Edwin Morgan. A concrete poem where the lines are created by taking the phrase “i am the resurrection and the life” and, by selectively deleting letters from each line, building up the following text: am i if i am he hero hurt there and here and here and there i am rife in sion and i die a mere sect a mere section of the life of men sure the die is set and i am the surd at rest o life i am here i act i run i meet i tie i stand i am thoth i am ra i am the sun i am the son i am the erect one if i am rent i am safe i am sent i heed i test i read a thread a stone a tread a throne i resurrect a life i am in life i am resurrection i am the resurrection and i am i am the resurrection and the life
“This poem was written when my father was very ill, dying of cancer, & I was coming home from the hospital. Suddenly this line ‘I am the resurrection & the life’ came into my head & then the poem began to emerge from the line.”
—Edwin Morgan on “Message Clear”
#Easter #poetry #concretepoetry
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people who work better at home are fuckin nuts man. i emotionally gave up 3 hours ago, physically stopped 45 minutes ago, and have been staring blankly at Teams for 15 minutes waiting for time to be up with my coat and hat on so I can go to Tesco
i meant to change my alarm to my wfh wakeup time and didn't so instead i just got up and started working at 06:30am without noticing the time 🥲 made a coffee and started drinking it and everything 🥲
ad starting "in CASE nobody taught you HOW to use period underwear..." and i'm just like. im sorry... do you not just. put them on like pants... ??
the grindset will never be for me because the thought of waking up at 5am to meditate and obsessively journal about myself would kill me faster than any other unhealthy habit. i'd rather wake up and immediately pour vodka into my eyeballs
love containing multitudes. got a little teary-eyed over a very sweet video of some kids doing something cute on instagram, then heard a child screaming bloody murder in public and instantly thought thank god my womb will be an eternal yawning void because i love peace and quiet
he took one girl there TWICE!!! frankly thats on her but also never underestimate the sociopathy of teenage boys i guess
husband burst in to commiserate that he's always the first person people text when they get broken up with for advice. admittedly i understand his confusion as in high school he had a designated "dumping bench" by the river where he would break up with all his girlfriends
the elder millenial poster's retirement home has achieved its final form
getting into a tv show so hard you start willingly looking at the subreddit... hate it here
got BTS tickets babeyyyyyy. even my crone hag ass can still navigate Ticketmaster with the best of them
today on tumblr: a blog i follow for translating shitposts into french thought keir starmer was the name of someone's fandom fave and now i have to live with the knowledge that this french person thinks keir has a "blorboesque" name. god bless
like its not bad enough that everyone at work bangs on about AI every day, I also have to put up with people constantly spelling Microsoft's assistant's name as CoPilot. it's fucking Copilot!!! it's ON THE BUTTON you want me to press!!!
Looking at women with their adult sons… I wouldn’t give birth to some freak who had the audacity to grow taller than me personally…
made the mistake of feeeling nostalgic and looked up my old ao3 account from like 2011-2013. aughgghhhhhghhh just blast me with lasers
I should get a nobel peace prize every time I resist telling an american that they don't need to advise that they are american prior to posting their stupid take online because we can all tell instantly
Here's how the Earth article looked in 2001 when Wikipedia was a month old, long before Wikipedians realized their fledgling online encyclopedia would be read and edited by astronauts in space someday
british heated rivalry is called sweltering sectarianism and its about star-crossed fuckbuddies who play for celtic and rangers. btw. pre-traitors shitpost for u
every time a new series of the traitors is on I follow the subreddit for like three days then have to unsub so I don't start screaming NO IT'S JUST FUCKING JUST YOU A MILLION OTHER PEOPLE ALSO HAVE BASIC THOUGHTS ABOUT TV, like I don't know full well all reality tv subreddits are the same
if the name was mental I'd maybe have some reservations but yeah, Hudson Oakley is the most nameberry.com baby on planet earth and that's... fine
“I am a chorus in search of a tragedy, a raker of middens in the industrial North.
“I am a genius in an obscure line of business. Try me a little.
“I may have something you can use.”
The artist & writer Alasdair Gray (1934–2019) was born #OTD, 28 Dec
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love fantasy rpgs where evil guys get scottish accents and it's just like oh ok. i see. playing kcd with Kris and this is the god damn bg3 spiders all over again
In the Mid-Midwinter by Liz Lochhead after John Donne's 'A Nocturnal on St Lucy's Day' At midday on the year's midnight into my mind came I saw the new moon late yestreen wi the auld moon in her airms though, no, there is no moon of course - there's nothing very much of anything to speak of in the sky except a gey dreich greyness rain-laden over Glasgow and today there is the very least of even this for us to get but the light comes back the light always comes back and this begins tomorrow with however many minutes more of sun and serotonin. Meanwhile there will be the winter moon for us to love the longest, fat in the frosty sky among the sharpest stars, and lines of old songs we can't remember why we know or when first we heard them will aye come back once in a blue moon to us unbidden and bless us with their long-travelled light.
At midday on the year’s midnight
into my mind came
I saw the new moon late yestreen
wi the auld moon in her airms…
—Liz Lochhead, “In the Mid-Midwinter”
published in FUGITIVE COLOURS (Polygon 2016)
#poem #poetry #StLucysDay
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