בתור אדם שקיבל חיסון לכלבת השנה:

הדבר הכי יפה שאני משאיר מאחור

הוא אורה של החמה;

שנית, הכוכבים הבורקים ואור הלבנה,

וגם מלפפונים בשלים ותפוחים ואגסים.

פרקסילה, המאה ה-5 לפנה"ס. תרגום מיוונית: יורם ברונובסקי

מִי יִמְנֶה אֶת כָּל הַדְּבָרִים הַטּוֹבִים / שֶׁיֶּשְׁנָם, שֶׁיֶּשְׁנָם בָּעוֹלָם: / אוֹר הַשֶּׁמֶשׁ, וְיָם, וּבְרַק כּוֹכָבִים, / וְטִפּוֹת שֶׁל מָטָר, וְרוּחוֹת מְנַשְּׁבִים, / וְשֶׁלִּי הֵם וְגַם שֶׁל כֻּלָּם.

מתוך השיר: יום, לאה גולדברג. ''כל שירי הילדים'', ספריית פועלים.

Just enjoy it?? Have a tiny kid climb on you. Let them control your actions like a robot. Help them jump and play games with them and laugh with them and talk politics with your baby cousin. It's fun. Alternatively, embrace being an adult. Talk about adult stuff. Find out your mom used to throw her little brother in the trash. Find out that your uncle knows German??? How? Learn about old stuff like. Talk to your grandma about why she became a mother at 21. Talk to your aunt about her kids education. You can enjoy all of it! You also might learn some weird stuff

reblog if you're the single teen at family functions so you just stand in the corner watching the kids play and the adults talk

I remember meeting my best online friend in the fucking woods. The stupidest thing I ever did. Luckily she was (and is) my age, not creepy, and a great person overall. But what the FUCK were we thinking? We met in a public bus station and them immediately went to the woods. Like wtf??? It was not an actual wood so people were there every like 30 minutes but what??? I just thought my parents would kill me if they knew so we secretly met IN THE WOODS. What the fuck 12 years old me. What the fuck.

ok but legitimately i think the reason why kids aren’t taking internet safety seriously is because the people who are telling us not to put our personal information out seem so out of touch. no one acknowledges the possibility of meeting very real teenaged friends online, they always say that everyone you meet is a 40 year old white man in disguise. because they aren’t acknowledging things we know are true, it becomes a lot easier to dismiss the rest of what they’re saying as well. internet safety lessons absolutely must keep up with the times and acknowledge the internet’s capacity for good if you want kids to take to heart warnings about its capacity for bad.

I know I've talked about this before, but I love the idea of the doctor and the master regenerating together in mysterious circumstances, and having the audience be kept in the dark about which one's which for an episode or three

Frank Castle being the only other person aside from Karen and Matt to mourn and be outraged by what happened to Foggy was not what I was expecting. In fact his outward anger at what happened to Foggy nearly rivaled Matt's.

His relationship with Foggy was testy at best--so to hear him actually call Foggy by his name and say he deserved better was very gut wrenching.

I don't even know if he ever spoke Foggy's name until Born Again, but the way he did it and the reverence in which he did was something else.

He compared Foggy and Foggy's death to his own child, and a need to exact vengeance.

I was in an archeological dig from 12,000 years ago in one of the hottest places I have ever been in. The ground was so bright you couldn't look anywhere without blinding yourself. You would get heatstroke in the blink of an eye. The archeologists on site told me that 12,000 years ago, this place had snow. SNOW! I couldn't even imagine that, but the climate had changes since then.

starting an elite paramilitary black ops group who sneak into the homes of authors and cut one to three zeroes off any number of years given in a fantasy or sci-fi novel

You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

Here's the story of how I learned I was aro.

Me: hmm I think I'm aromantic... but also this friend of mine is kinda cute.

Me: do you wanna date? I might be aro though if it bothers you

Boyfriend: yes. Let's date

Me: hmm I feel kinda bad with dating

Boyfriend: kiss?

Me: ...ummm sure?

*kiss*

Me: shit that was terrible

Me: let's break up

And now I think I might need to try dating a girl just to be sure (while she knows!!! Very important to tell people you might break their heart and let them choose when they know that.) but like... nah. I think I'm sure

I'm using the fact aromanticism is trending to ask: elder aros, how do you know? I don't know if I have a crush on someone or I just love them very intensely in a platonic way

קניידלך זה מעולה אבל החלק הכי טעים במרק בפסח זה פשוט לשבור מצה למרק

אני אוכלת מציה לארוחת בוקר כל יום בפסח ועד גמר המצות. מציה זה הכי אחי

עוגת מצות זה גרוע. עדיף מצה עם שוקולד.