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missveryvery · 1 year ago
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Lambkin, the Spring Mage. Very old character of mine from when I was in college and making a comic called Ilk.
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beymen41 · 7 months ago
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justdreams00blog · 10 months ago
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2 Şubat 2024
Bugün bir düşüncemi daha değiştirdi.
Ben kollarımda olanları sevmezken o bugün öptü
O benim yaralarımı, izlerimi öptü
Geçmişimi öptü
O yaralarımı sevdi...
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btdunyasinet · 11 months ago
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Alienware, QD-OLED ailesine iki yeni oyuncu monitörü ekledi
Dell’in oyun bilgisayarı bölümü Alienware, QD-LED teknolojisine sahip iki yeni oyuncu monitörünü CES2024’te tanıttı.  Alienware 32 4K QD-OLED Oyun Monitörü (AW3225QF) ve Alienware 27 360Hz QD-OLED Oyun Monitörü (AW2725DF) – ilk kez CES 2022’de görücüye çıkan ünlü, ödüllü QD-OLEDailesinin yeni üyeleri. Bu yeni modeller türünün ilk örneği. Her ayrıntıyı şaşırtıcı renk ve kontrastta görmeniz için…
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buggywing · 1 year ago
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lily of the valley
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sessizlikkkkkkk · 1 year ago
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Seneler sonra başladığımız yere döndüm
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limonlukekim · 1 year ago
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Benim olmayan gudduk kadar beynim çok düşünüyorrr
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bunudaburayayazdim · 2 years ago
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İyi güzel başlayalım da, ne yazacağım buraya. Ne kadar berbat bir insan olduğumu mu? Bunu zaten biliyorum. Kendimle tartışacak kadar, bunu artık sesli yapacak hale gelmiş bir noktada delirmiş olduğumu mu? Bildiklerimi mi sıralayacağım yoksa böyle yazarken bilmediğim bir şeyi keşfedip bir aydınlanma yaşamayı mı umuyorum? Neden bloga değil de buraya yazıyorum bu yazıyı, neden taslaklarda kalacak hiçbir fikrim yok. Berbat hissediyorum, yaşam enerjim aylardır benden sökülüp alınmış gibi. Bunda bu karaktersiz, yoksun hükümeti suçlasam da, en büyük suçlulardan biri de benim. Fırsatlarımı zamanında kullanmayan, büyük salaklıklar yapan, kendini yalanlarla uyuşturan yetersiz biriyim. İnsanlar bunu anlamayacak. Hoş, bazen ben bile anlamıyorum ya kendimi, onlar nasıl anlasın. Hayatımla ne yapıyorum, kendimden ne istiyorum bilmiyorum. Verdiğim nice sözü tutabilecek miyim bilmiyorum. Yaşamaya yönelik isteğim var mı onu da bilmiyorum. Çok fazla bilinmezli bir denklem gibi bu. Kendimle yüzleşmeye çalıştıkça kendimden kaçıyorum. Aynaya bakmaya korkmak gibi, tek fark aynaya ihtiyaç duymamam. Çok daha korkunç. İçimdeki canavar ve dışımdaki maskelerle günleri geçiriyorum ve bunu güzel bir makyajla satabiliyorum. Sanal ortamın güzellikleri, yalan söylemeyi başarabiliyorsan her şey mümkün. Bu maskeler bel bükmese, can sıkmasa keşke. Bunlara gerek olmasın da isterdim ancak altındaki canavarı ortaya çıkarmanın hiç gereği yok. Sevmiyorum. Sadece biraz huzura ihtiyacım var. Biraz...
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karliyatirimarsa · 2 years ago
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yikikbirhomosapiens · 2 years ago
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03.03.2023
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corvianbard · 2 years ago
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#4889
Moth of silk, None has your ilk To milk The clothing That is like a wing For the king.
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Listen closely. We are judged by the company we keep. Ilk shapes us, molds us, and speaks louder than words.
When we turn a blind eye, when we make excuses, we enable the darkness in others. We let the rot spread. Accountability is the shield against this decay. It forces growth, breaks cycles, and pushes us towards better. It is not cruelty. It is love for what is right.
Holding others accountable lifts everyone up. It sharpens, refines, and builds a foundation of truth. Without it, we crumble under our own weight.
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weird-things-to-think · 2 months ago
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Ah yes, "ilk." Such a fasinatin' word! I beleve it refers to...um...like...people, or things, that are, uhh, kinda simular? Yeah, like, when you say “of that ilk,” it basicly means "of that typ." See, if yer talkin about dogs, you might say somethin like “golden retrievers and ther ilk,” meanin other, fluffy tail waggery, fur covered creatur that probly chases tennis balls. All ilks r lik that. Yer bundlin stuff togethor, u kno?
Now, some folks think ilk is a fancy word, but nah, its just one o them weird ones. Some kinda old, like shakeyspere or midevil times or somethin, idk. Back then people just made stuff up and called it english. It just cought on.
Speekin of gettin caught, did you kno ilk also sounds like "milk?" It’s truu! But don’t confuse 'em tho, unless u want som1 to think ur talkin about cows and the like.
So yah, thatz "ilk" for ya. Useful, fancy-soundin word. Or is it useless? Maybe both? Hard to say when you only know 10%.
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Some people seem to think that stupidity is a sport. Punching someone in a bar fight over a spilled drink? That’s not just dumb; it’s Darwin’s playground in action. But the real champions are the ones who break laws in the most mind-numbing ways. Picture a politician who bribes a construction company to build a road that doesn’t exist, and then acts surprised when the scandal breaks. Or the corporate exec who embezzles millions and thinks a shredder and a fake mustache will cover the tracks. These aren’t just crimes; they’re masterpieces of idiocy that prove human intelligence has its limits.
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so-true-overdue · 2 months ago
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Humanity has once again demonstrated its unparalleled knack for obliteration. This time, the target is none other than the singular, irreplaceable biosphere that miraculously supports the very life forms bent on dismantling it. Of course, this absurd crusade is guided by none other than human-caused climate change—an ingenious byproduct of reckless industrialization, fossil fuel gluttony, and an unshakable faith in short-term gratification over long-term survival.
Let’s not mince words here: the Earth's delicate climate, which took billions of years to cultivate the precise conditions necessary for sustaining life, is being ripped apart by greenhouse gases belched into the atmosphere by the ton. The temperature spikes, the polar ice sheets shrivel, and species vanish with a predictability that borders on tragicomedy. All the while, human civilization marches forward with the conviction of a lemming sprinting toward the edge of a cliff.
The beauty of this slow-motion disaster lies in its inevitability, driven by a species so confident in its ingenuity that it ignores the basic physics of carbon dioxide. Somehow, despite irrefutable data and unrelenting warnings from the scientific community, there persists a gallant cohort of skeptics—let's call them "ilk"—who remain adamant that this is all some grand hoax, concocted by a cabal of scientists with nothing better to do than fabricate existential crises. After all, it’s not as if ecosystems are collapsing, extreme weather events are intensifying, or coastal cities are preparing to be swallowed by rising seas, right?
But let’s give credit where credit is due: humankind’s unwavering commitment to the destruction of its only viable habitat is, in a perverse sense, a testament to its resolve. It’s not easy to ignore the overwhelming evidence of climate change while simultaneously exacerbating the very crisis that threatens future generations. This requires a special kind of cognitive dissonance, one that only the most resolute members of the aforementioned ilk can muster.
In the end, the real tragedy is not just that we're watching the Earth’s life-support systems unravel in real-time; it’s that we, with all our intellect and innovation, could stop it—yet choose not to. So here's to us, architects of a brilliant catastrophe, champions of a new geological epoch: the Anthropocene, brought to you by the unmistakable handiwork of human-induced climate change.
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kick-the-clouds · 2 months ago
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Here’s a novel idea: maybe we should stop being awful to each other. Revolutionary, right?
For too long, we’ve been stuck in this merry-go-round of hatred, anger, and violence. It’s as if we think the best way to fix the world is by lighting it on fire. Because, clearly, adding more anger to the pile has worked so well. Spoiler: it hasn’t. Hatred begets hatred, anger fuels anger, and violence only creates more violence. It’s a vicious cycle—one we’ve mastered to perfection.
But here’s where things get really wild. What if—stay with me here—we tried something different? What if instead of spitting venom, we spread compassion? What if instead of lashing out in anger, we extended a hand in cooperation? Radical stuff, I know.
Think of it like swapping out a broken record. Cynicism? Old news. Violence? So last season. The new hits are hope, joy, and compassion. And here’s the kicker: these cycles actually work. You give a little kindness, you get some back. Spread some joy, and suddenly, life doesn’t seem so grim. It’s not rocket science; it’s just human decency.
Sure, it’s easier to stay in the comfort zone of cynicism and anger. But if we want to change the world (or, you know, not completely destroy it), maybe it’s time to try something that doesn’t involve setting everything ablaze.
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