#People being People

[useless-catalanfacts]

*Catalan not Spanish

I think this might be the most Catalan thing I've ever seen in my life.

Cheers to the Vallvidrera Curling Club!

Video source: pritheworld.

[sleepy-bebby]

[beautiful-basque-country]

Three friends in Gasteiz (Araba) pretending to be nurses and their patient, circa 1900 [x].

Love how none of them can hold their straight face.

[a-random-boo]

the people on twitter/x lmao

[ramblingoftheday]

journals

i love how personal journals reflect how we think as individuals. Like the content yes but the format of said content tells so much about a person.Every journal gives you a peek into what goes on in its owner's mind. Are their thoughts organised? do they like visuals more than writing? do they prefer talking to the world or talking to them selves? are they more comfortable in expressing themselves through art and pictures or do they feel better understood through words? or is it a mix of both. Do they care if their art/writing has a solid structure (a begining and an end, title pages etc) or are they just someone who goes with the flow. Do they write to release or do they decorate it to be art. It's crazy how these subtle details act like "body language" of the mind.

[a-meh]

Whyyyyyyyyyyy?!?!?!

[handsoffmyskull]

Ignorance is for the rich and poor. Driven by privilege and lack of tool.

[27paperlilies]

Blood seeping into barren land, bodies litter sea and sand.

Some say this is high and grand.

Do the hopeful flowers that grow from the decaying flesh beneath their roots, justify the death that blossomed present fruits.

Why do we continue to fall victim to each other, when all we have is one another. We butcher and plunder, then pretend to learn from our past mistakes, yet humans repeat themselves and all for their own sake.

[magnetothemagnificent]

I love it when people just do nice things just for the sake of it.

I was on the train and as the conductor came around checking everyone's tickets and passes, a kid saw him punching the tickets and asked if he could try. The conductor then gave him a ticket to punch, told him to punch it, and the kid excitedly did it. All the other passengers in the car who had paper tickets gave him their tickets to punch, the kid was so happy.

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

what's your most oddly specific hot take

Hello maggot what a lovely question, here you go:

I believe that OFMD fandom's character Izzy, the subject of much controversy, actually doesn't exist, and so the discourse is unnecessary. He is simply a Freudian projection induced by hallucinogenic rum triggered by childhood boiling of a humanoid potato by Ed.

Shitposters in Ancient Greece and Rome would crush anyone on Tumblr. Has anyone on Tumblr ever run into the prestigious Academy of Plato with a plucked chicken screaming Behold a man? Spat in the face of a rich man in his own home because he told you not to sully the furniture with your spit? Left graffiti on the walls of Pompeii before 70 AD that said, "If you are bored, take a bag of rice, scatter it all over the road. Pick the grains up one by one. Now you have a task."

144 is the sluttiest number ever why does it have to be divisible by so many things? You could tell me 144 is divisible perfectly by 433339 to get a whole number, and I would believe. What a whore, 144.

Not a hot take, but Crowley's hot and I wanna take them on a date.

[europasage]

humans. humans and their feigned epiphanies at jokes they don't understand, their held-in breath when they look at the moon in any of its phases, the way they make little trinkets for each other's birthdays, or simply as a thank you for being alive. their wonder when they catch their first glimpse of the untouched snow in the early hours of the morning, or how they stop just to pet a cat when walking home. they paint and they cry and they dance. their poetry, their frustrated sighs, their laughter. all of it.

[esuemmanuel]

You stop believing in certain people when you see the discrepancy and inconsistency between what they say and what they do. Then, you decide not to give them any more importance, letting them pass unnoticed before your eyes and complying only with what they like to receive: nothing. Some human beings are simply afraid to be themselves, so they pretend not to feel what they feel or think what they think in order to focus only on doing what they think is the best or most convenient thing to do. However, there is no worse way to refuse to be oneself than pretending not to feel what is eating us up inside.

Se deja de creer en ciertas gentes cuando ves la incongruencia y la inconsistencia entre lo que dicen y hacen. Entonces, decides ya no darles importancia, dejándolos pasar desapercibidos ante tu mirada y cumpliendo solamente con lo que les gusta recibir: nada. Y es que algunos seres humanos, simplemente, temen a ser ellos mismos, por ende fingen no sentir lo que sienten ni pensar lo que piensan para enfocarse solamente en hacer lo que creen que es lo mejor o lo más conveniente. Sin embargo, no hay peor manera de negarse a ser uno mismo que fingiendo no sentir lo que nos está carcomiendo por dentro.

[ladytemeraire]

One of my older coworkers is basically the Weird But Cool Uncle of our department. He'll collect the entire group of co-ops/interns and take them down to the cafeteria for ice cream, he'll take you out and teach you how to shoot or change a tire or whatever you need and want to learn, he'll randomly show up whenever you need help (as long as you ask) with a trailer to help you move or power tools to fix whatever needs fixing, and all he asks in return is some gratitude and maybe that you buy him a pizza or donuts at some point. He helped me move from my apartment to my house two years ago. When my furnace went out after Thanksgiving last year, he showed up with a bunch of tools to see if he could quickly fix it before the repair company showed up and/or I needed it to be replaced.

Anyway, I mentioned to him today that I was considering a small sawzall and/or chainsaw to deal with saplings growing by my garage and back fence and the resultant lumber on my property (since I have a fire pit in the backyard, might as well make use of it) and he immediately messaged me with "cool, here's the brands you want to consider, let me know what size you get so I can make sure I have the same size chain/blade to match in case yours breaks so I can give you one of mine" and y'all, I damn near cried in the middle of the work day at such a casual expression of community and solidarity and connection. It's so rare that someone who isn't family (and even if they are family in some cases) will casually set you up for success like that and I am so, so grateful to have him in my life.

He also showed up after work today to help me deal with said saplings and helped me hack off a bunch of wild grapevine while we were at it, so I'm definitely gonna buy him lunch this week.