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a bathroom crash out is mandatory at this job

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hihi. kill me

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@pscentral event 36: trios — Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch in The Hunger Games

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SEVERANCE 2x09 - "The After Hours"

I am manager of the severed floor, which means two things. First, I am owed a measure of respect, even by my superiors.

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I got inspired by this post

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“In Jewish thought, a sin is not an offense against God, an act of disobedience. A sin is a missed opportunity to act humanly. The verb to sin in Hebrew is also used in the sense of ‘missing the target.’ When God created us free to choose between good and bad, He also gave us the capacity to know when we had chosen wrongly”

— Harold Kushner, To Life!: A Celebration of Jewish Being and Thinking

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“but what about platonic soulmates?? not everything has to be romantic. friendship is just as important—” shut uppp. i have plenty of friends. i don’t need to live vicariously through some fictional character’s friendship. i want to see them fuck nasty. i want to see them be weird about each other

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SOTR in progress no spoilers PLSSSSSSSSSS

Biblically Accurate Haymitch for now 🤍

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Creationist compromise theory:

The earth is only 6000 years old, but it used to be several million years older. Dinosaurs are real, but their purpose in creation was to eat all the time before 4000bce. By burning up fossil fuels we allow the time to travel up through the cracks in the vault of the heavens (stars) and reunite with God's light.

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Photo:  Zephyr, one of the ambassador wolves at Wolf Conservation Center - the wolves on view as part of the WCC’s education programs

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Uhhhhhhhh that seems bad

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« When I think back on the year 1915, it seems to me that I still hear my friends tell me despondently: "I can't think of anything else! I can't read, I can't work, or find useful distractions (...), I only ruminate about our times, incessantly, until I'm nauseated (...). I've just had two hours of liberty—there was a time when I would have offered them to Tolstoy or Pascal. Today I read about [the war], or European colonial methods; issues that are entirely beyond my reach, but how to think of anything else?"

And perhaps we shouldn't strive to think of anything else; the point is not to turn our backs on our times, but to consider them calmly and thoughtfully. (...) It may be that the philosophy which absorbs you leaves no room for indulgence. Perhaps you feel yourself full of bitterness and rancour towards your fellow men, perhaps you have made up your mind to see in their activities nothing but greed and selfishness. (...) Do not be too eager to prove yourself right! Above everything, do not rejoice in being right in so dismal a fashion. (...) My only ambition is to beg the world to look for anything which can lighten the present and future distress of mankind, to find what interests the soul in a life burdened with troubles and disillusionments, to honour more than ever the faithful and imperishable resources of our inner life. (...)

The storm rages on, the events escalate, worsen, never cease. Never have they seemed more complex, more severe, more demanding. More dangerous. Wherever we turn, an opinion holds up its head and vehemently solicits our belief. (...) Our convictions, our certainties, are at each other's throats. (...) Yet mankind, even in these terrible hours, is only seeking happiness. Men have set off to conquer happiness, clutching in their hands the tools which will forever destroy it. (...) The wrong direction the world has taken is so obvious, so cruel, so vast (...)

Regardless, I would suggest not to lose hope—so long as a single wallflower still opens, in April, over the ruins of the world. Like algae, like mosses, like these laborious lichens which attach to the very ruins their infinite need for happiness, we will find joy in our present affliction and we will grow it, like a wind-battered plant in the parched soil of a wilted world. »

— Georges Duhamel, La Possession du monde (translation mine) Written in 1917 as he worked as an army surgeon.

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fashioning these into a neomodernist manifesto

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I finished putting together the Irish-American heritage month display and Jesus CHRIST there are so few books about Ireland in our collection?? Once more, I must say:

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THE LADS!!!