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All of the Beatles dying in a glue trap

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“You have a very beautiful kind of autism,” the doctor says to me, smiling to direct my eyes away from a gun she’s pulling out from a drawer, “but it’s highly illegal.”

I start running a

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I know he’s the last person I should me concerned about, but Mr. Papa John has got to be furious that he lost his company for saying the n word and yet Musk gets to literally do a public sig heil and still get to be shadow president

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It would probably feel so good to be a short man with an even shorter wife. Like nyes we’re both very small and love each other very much. Every day we wake up and we’re short an besutiful……… ^_^

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Question: What is the greatest magic of all? Answer: Friendship, right? [B]: The greatest magic of all is not friendship, it's chronomancy, the ability to control and warp time. If friendship were the greatest magic, look, it's a pet peeve of mine (...)

DUNGEON MASTER BRENNAN LEE MULLIGAN ANSWERS DnD QUESTIONS (TECH SUPPORT | WIRED)

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You GOTTA love the Kierkegaard influences in Conclave. Faith having no use for certainty, the mundane having an essence of the divine spirit, anxiety over the lack of objectivity of faith…

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Did you know that when Cantor discovered that some infinities are bigger than other infinities, he wondered what it would mean for God to count? Did you know he was hated not only by logicians and philosophers, but even by theologians, claiming that his ideas of infinity were blasphemous?

did you know they say calculus is the language of God. did you know they tried to hold math up to infinity like a candle to the void. did you know statisticians plunged into the vastness of random chance and picked out patterns and equations and eight hundred ways to tell you how big your inevitable errors are and how far off those guesses at errors might be. math haters I can't sit with you anymore. human innovation is cradled in these ancient, methodical, desperate attempts at understanding what we are not designed to understand

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Hmm...

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Sometimes I think I want to end it all. I think I can’t take it anymore, I’m too angry, it’s too hopeless, everything is doomed, the list goes on. The odd thing about this is nothing can convince me that these things are untrue—no one, not even once, has told me something that makes me think “yes, that was what I needed to hear. Now I want to live instead of dying.” No, what happens is a day or a week or a few hours pass, and I just don’t think about it, don’t think about how miserable or hopeless I feel. It’s not like I’m not sad anymore, it just doesn’t feel that important. The strangest thing about it isn’t even that I’m distracted necessarily—I might be extremely bored—it’s more like that it’s just tiresome to obsess over how upset I am. My fears and worries, at the end of the day, are simply not that interesting, and only feel worth thinking about because I’m feeling them, I’m feeling those fears and that dread. If I wasn’t feeling them, if it was some fictional character that was feeling these feelings, I might be interested for a day or even a week or so. But I would quickly lose interest, far faster than I let go of my worries and fear and anger. Sometimes I wonder if I’m actually feeling sad still, or if it’s just some kind of bad habit. Like, I just keep going through the motions of feeling sad, thinking about the things that upset me, not really because I’m sad, but just because that’s what I’m used to. I used to think a lot that the things that upset me are somehow Universally Important and that Solving my Feelings would Help the World. But at this rate, I’m not even sure I can help myself, at least not the way I’ve been going at it

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Had to remove a sign of the side of my workplace today. The wind pulled it off partially and so me and a coworker had to go up on ladders in the wind to safely yank it off the building so it wouldn’t drop off randomly and injure someone. Standing on that ladder in the wind is probably to the closest risk to death I’ve been in months. And I guess it really put shit into perspective, standing in the cold hoping I don’t die.

Like I consider myself socialist in some regard, and I find myself fantasizing about a better world a lot where people’s basic needs are met. Something that constantly frustrates me is that it seems very few people, especially people who have to work terrible jobs, don’t even seem interested in such a dream. They want to be self-reliant, want to work for what they have, and be proud of it. I still don’t really understand it, but I’m starting to see the rationale a bit more. Like if I risked my life every day for work I’d probably want to believe it was absolutely necessary, that in fact I had to put my life on the line to support myself. To believe that I was actually risking my life for no good reason would be infuriating beyond belief—I simply would not want to believe such a thing. And isn’t that an odd thing? That if you treat enough people badly enough, there’s a possibility that they will not want to be treated better.

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What up who micro-bloggin’

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SISYPHUS GETS A 9 TO 5

[spoilers for all of severance season 1. words by northernlion, brain worms by me]

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Who give a shit it’s a fucking plant, let’s kill a billionaire and reverse Citizens v FEC

thinking about the time my local garden centre put signs up that said "propagation piracy is a crime" and explained that "propagation piracy" is when you pick up a leaf or a twig that's fallen on the floor and take it home and grow a plant from it. I came home and mocked this because it's obviously extremely pathetic and stupid, and my ex got salty and said they were right and I was just like. you literally call yourself a communist and you are defending the right of corporations to protect their hypothetical future profits by classifying it as a crime to pick up a leaf

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(edm artist on bug twitter) small things coming

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I think Tolkien would be proud of Mark’s characterization, the way Mark is a reluctant hero in the battle against grief. It reminds me deeply of Frodo, the trudging along against all hope, the trying to bear it on one’s own strength and failing repeatedly, the hard-fought faith in friends that makes life worth living even when everything seems worthless and lost.….

Maybe heroes don’t really exist, even in fiction. A hero, in essence, is fated to triumph—they mind as well be some mythical force of nature. People who are heroic are only people who happen, often in spite of themselves, to rise to some awful occasion and manage to make something from it, even when, especially when, all hope is already lost

i'm not joking when i say severance upped my standards for how media portrays male characters in grief. i can simply no longer be convinced by one single manly tear running down an expressionless face

if you want me to believe bro's grieving you need to show him fucking bawling his eyes out. i need him puffy eyed and runny nosed, signing up for some fucked up corporate lobotomy as a roundabout way to self mutilate, leaving everyone around him deeply awkward and uncomfortable at whatever is going on with him. that's my standard now, everybody say thank you mark

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If you lead your life with objectivity first and love second, you will be a distressed fanatic. If you learn to love and choose to listen to objectivity with a heart of love, you will maintain a view of a hope that is infinite

I must learn to proceed without certainty and so forth