magistralucis
l'Amor che move il sole e l'altre stelle
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[image credit: t-a-1] mæg ic be me sylfum soðgied wrecan K. | 20s | UK | Writer | Translator
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After seeing this video I am dropping a new theory on isopod roundness/behavior
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most hinged teenage German
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Farsight
by Paul Dainton
(via Warhammer Community)
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My first Wh40k kit, a Canoptek Spyder.
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magistralucis · 3 hours ago
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to be honest I think working on a sewing machine strains my eyes as much as being on a computer does. However, I am incentivized to remain alert and focused by keeping my fingers within stabbing distance of a needle making 60 stitches per minutes.
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this post on reddit fucking killed me the other day
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peace and love on Earth..
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shrimply having a wonderful krillmas time
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The Winnipeg Tribune, Manitoba, December 24, 1932
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@absolut--kurant: Just opened your gifts my friend... you have treated with me most generously this year, I was so overwhelmed and happy that you thought of me 😭💖 Thank you so much for everything, I love them!! Thanks to you I shall have a very warm and joyous rest of the winter 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰
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magistralucis · 5 hours ago
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It was the year my brother died, I lived up north and had few friends or they all went away. Christmas Day I was sitting in my armchair, reading something about Hegel. You will forgive me if you are someone who knows a lot of Hegel or understands it, I do not and will paraphrase badly, but I understood him to be saying he was fed up with popular criticism of his terrible prose and claiming that conventional grammar, with its clumsy dichotomy of subject and verb, was in conflict with what he called ‘speculation’. Speculation being the proper business of philosophy. Speculation being the effort to grasp reality in its interactive entirety. The function of a sentence like ‘Reason is Spirit’ was not to assert a fact (he said) but to lay Reason side by side with Spirit and allow their meanings to tenderly mingle in speculation. I was overjoyed by this notion of a philosophic space where words drift in gentle mutual redefinition of one another but, at the same time, wretchedly lonely with all my family dead and here it was Christmas Day, so I put on big boots and coat and across the snow with a vibration of other shadows moving crosswise on them, shadow on shadow, in precise velocities. It is very cold, then that, too, begins to subtract itself, the body chills on its surface but the core is hot and it is possible to disconnect the surface, withdraw to the core, where a ravishing peace flows in, so ravishing I am unembarrassed to use the word ravishing, and it is not a peace of separation from the senses but the washing-through peace of looking, listening, feeling, at the very core of snow, at the very core of the care of snow. It has nothing to do with Hegel and he would not admire the clumsily conventional sentences in which I have tried to tell about it but I suspect, if I hadn’t been trying on the mood of Hegel’s particular grammatical indignation that Christmas Day, I would never have gone out to stand in the snow, or stayed to speculate with it, or had the patience to sit down and make a record of speculation for myself as if it were a worthy way to spend an afternoon, a plausible way to change the icy horror of holiday into a sort of homecoming. Merry Christmas from Hegel. Anne Carson · “Merry Christmas from Hegel.” Float (2016)
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magistralucis · 6 hours ago
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if you have the Honey browser extension installed, uninstall it immediately. big big story broke on youtube today strongly indicating that Honey has been massively defrauding basically everyone who does any business with them at every level, including influencers, customers, and actual retailers.
the short version of ONE of the alleged crimes is that they've been hijacking referral links and codes. if you have honey installed on your browser at all, and you use any referral code from anyone, there is a high probability honey will swap out the referral link identifier for their own even if they don't provide a coupon at checkout.
they also are just lying to you, and hiding coupons that very much exist. they're completely fraudulent
paypal bought honey in 2019 for 4 billion, so paypal has been strip mining the influencer economy for 5 years now. the amount of money that's been essentially stolen is unfathomable
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We are all familiar with the christmas song: “you better not shout……you better not cry” and so on. But what interest me is this line: “be good for goodness sake.” now we all know that this is , of course, bullshit. The children are good ..not for the sake of goodness itself…but for the sake…of the presents.
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