post-hoc-fallacy
post-hoc-fallacy
Lookin' Out My Back Door
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Gingery weeb goblin that touches doorknobs for a living ☆゚°˖* ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ  Come visit me at http://yukiru.deviantart.com
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post-hoc-fallacy · 12 hours ago
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In the bath. Smeemo smacks the water, then gets really upset about having a wet paw. Then smacks the water again.
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sheep getting in an elevator. idk man i made this account in 2010 ive made every other post already
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The Hanged Man and Seven of Pentacles
Let's go. We can't. Why not? We're waiting for Godot. Ah! You're sure it was here? What? That we were to wait. He said by the tree. Looks to me more like a bush.
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Governor Waffles 🩵 Thank you all for being so supportive 🩵🩵🩵🩵
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post-hoc-fallacy · 12 hours ago
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why do the words caregiver and caretaker mean the same thing. Shouldn't they be rival jobs that undo each others progress
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post-hoc-fallacy · 13 hours ago
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My family has apparently been worried about me going to Central Park in the evenings around sunset with the dog I'm sitting
Of course due to "crime in NY"
I could list the things I do that make me feel safe doing so (aside from the fact that they just don't really have context for my experiences) but I don't think that's important
What's important is that I'm not willing to give up the regular pleasure of laying in the grass at dusk to make someone else feel better
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30+ year old women are the backbone of this website
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When I was a kid I thought there was a real job like an entomologist would do where someone could just draw insects all day long, and that’s what I told everyone I wanted to do when I grew up
and then later in highschool biology I was really really good at drawing diagrams from class dissections and I thought maybe I could do that for like… textbooks and stuff someday. And anyhow I never made it there but I have a new notebook to doodle in at work that doesn’t have any lines in it
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Tato can fix us 💕
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Foxes disguised as monks. On the left from Japan and on the right from Denmark.
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I knew I was getting close to Textile City. I could see their monument, a colossal weaving device, looming in the distance.
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not dead!!!!
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Just learned this absolutely delightful bit of etymology:
During the 15th century, the English had an endearing practice of granting common human names to the birds that lived among them. Virtually every bird in that era had a name, and most of them, like Will Wagtail and Philip Sparrow have been long forgotten. Polly Parrot has stuck around, and Tom Tit and Jenny Wren, personable companions of the English countryside, are names still sometimes found in children’s rhymes. Other human names, however, have been incorporated so durably into the common names that still grace birds as to almost entirely obscure their origin. The Magpie, a loquacious black and white bird with a penchant for snatching shiny objects, once bore the simple name “pie,” probably coming from its Roman name, “pica.” The English named these birds Margaret, which was then abbreviated to Maggie, and finally left at Mag Pie. The vocal, crow-like bird called Jackdaw was also once just a “daw” named “Jack.”  The English also gave their ubiquitous and beloved orange-bellied, orb-shaped, wren-sized bird a human name. The first recorded Anglo-Saxon name for the Eurasian Robin was ruddoc, meaning “little red one.” By the medieval period, its name evolved to redbreast (the more accurate term orange only entered the English language when the fruit of the same name reached Great Britain in the 16th century). The English chose the satisfyingly alliterative name Robert for the redbreast, which they then changed to the popular Tudor nickname Robin. Soon enough, the name Robin Redbreast became so identified with the bird that Redbreast was dropped because it seemed so redundant. 
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making a collection
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