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it’s a common misconception that maths is all theoretical; they actually keep the 0 in a vault in France and u can go look at it if u got connections.
most numbers can only be found in the platonic realm of forms but there are a bunch of seven-digit primes that physically exist inside british museums as a holdover from the days when britain had colonies inside the platonic realm of forms
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amitheasshole is a popular subreddit because it plays on peoples desire to get in the middle of other peoples private arguments
[ID: A tweet reading “why are threesomes only for sex? What can’t I join in on a couple’s argument in public if I have a good point to make?” /End ID]
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Using red dye to demonstrate that mercury can’t be absorbed by a towel
Forbidden Beverage
(Source: reddit.com)
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@indelibleevidence you’re absolutely right
We’re supporting the writers strike
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I think one of the most damaging ideologies towards children is the conviction that having children isn’t a calling but a moral obligation.
Not to be a crazy radical or anything, but children deserve to be deeply wanted by their parents.
Children shouldn’t be a “stage” in life that everyone is obligated to fulfill; childrearing is not for everyone. More importantly, children shouldn’t be state-enforced punishments for “irresponsible” sexual behavior.
Children are people with thoughts and feelings just like the rest of us. They are conscious of the way people treat them. And they can certainly tell when they are unwanted and/or resented.
[ID: tumblr tags. they are: #reblog #i also dont think its enough to want a child. i think you need to want a teenager and an adult too #my mom wanted a baby. when i was too old to pronounce spaghetti wrong and let her put me in church dresses she was done with me #my dad wanted a person. he wanted a baby a child a tween a teen and an adult #my dad wanted to watch a person happen. which was different. /end ID.]
Boosting all of the above signal.
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ALT— Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
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My job on the commune is to trim each individual piece of grass with very tiny scissors.
my new job on the commune is fucking attack and kill you
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Not to be a full on literature nerd on main, but I was talking earlier today to a coworker about how Jane Austen is still to this day one of the funniest people to ever put pen to paper- and a moment I hadn’t really thought much about in a while came to mind.
Now, the narration in this story has spent most of the time either talking or thinking about Mr. Wickham and Mr. Darcy.
Seemingly everyone in Hertfordshire knows and despises Mr. Darcy, thanks in large part to Elizabeth’s no holds barred smear campaign (we love to see a girl boss winning am I right), at the time that he and the Bingleys et al depart for London.
And some eight or so months later, after Darcy comes clean to Bingley about Jane having been in London hoping to see him, they come to Longbourn for a visit.
Kitty, who has just been skating through this story on vibes, is the first to see them coming through the window. This girl has had no time for this boring older man, though. Despite the fact that Lizzie has thought of basically no one else for close to a year.
She alerts everyone that Bingley is there, but doesn’t immediately recognize Darcy. SHE DOESN’T EVEN REMEMBER HIS NAME.
“La! replied Kitty, “it looks just like that man that used to be with him before.— Mr what’s his name— that tall, proud man.”
A perfect little absurd reminder that though this story has been about little besides Mr. Darcy, some people haven’t thought a thing about him since he left town.
Kitty, keep on keeping on.
It’s one of the best moments in the book because it reminds us that everyone else has been having normal lives while Elizabeth has been riding a Darcy-initiated emotional rollercoaster since Hunsford.
Well done, Jane Austen!
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There’s this ask reddit post about your weirdest childhood and the story is about this guy who was playing in the woods by a creek with his friend when a guy in full late 1800s formal clothing including a top hat just walked out of the forest, said “Hello boys!” and kept walking. This is why I want historical clothing so badly. The ultimate prank.
give someone something to think about for the rest of their life
be the ghost encounter YOU want to see in this world
This reminds me of my great uncle who used to hunt with a musket because he enjoyed the feel of it, and he also had an assortment of deer hide clothes he’d made or bought from local first nations, and he went out hunting when he was like 14 and got lost and came across this man in the woods and was like,,,,, can you help, i’m lost. and the guy looks him up and down and my uncle realizes he’d unintentionally dressed in all his deerskin clothes and a coonskin cap when the guy asks him, “how long have you been lost for?”
