Viking traveler’s amulet, based on the Lillbjärs picture stone. The back reads: “Unharmed Go Forth, Unharmed Return, Unharmed Back Home”, Frigga’s blessing to Odin, possibly from Vafþrúðnismál.
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“I want the inside of this house to feel modern, bright and new!” then why the fuck did you buy a vintage, dark and old house in pristine condition?????
I just heard my mom tell my brother, “when you die, you will go outside and garden until your father says you’re done” and it took me a second to realize that my brother was playing a videogame and this was not a theological discussion.
Purgatory
The Garden of Death
Watercolor and gouache by Hugo Simberg, 1896
“Gone outside to garden” is a strangely affecting euphemism for death.
sharing a very sage bit of advice from The Simpsons’ own John Swartzwelder that i’ve been trying to hamper down in my writing and drawing alike. let your inner crappy little elf do his worst
I can’t believe women are willingly having children with reluctant men who they have to beg and convince to have kids with them like if that man is not kneeling at your feet sobbing begging you to bare him children if he’s not feeding you grapes and fanning you with a palm leaf for the entirety of your pregnancy if he’s not actively trying to make motherhood as easy as possible for you then why the fuck are you having kids with him?! I see women who have 4-5 kids saying their husbands have always been like this. Why on god’s green earth do you keep having his children?!?!?! You should be getting a sushi boat and a brand new Audi after giving birth at a minimum and they’re out here begging their husbands to go to the hospital with them
When my mom was growing up she lived downtown in a city, but her home abutted a golf course. She and her siblings would sneak through a hole in the fence that they definitely made. They’d wade into the pond and water traps after hours and take away buckets of filthy muddy algae covered balls.
They’d take them home and clean them up until they were shining and white again. Then they’d trek out to the entrance of the course the next day and sell them back to golfers for a little cheaper than they could buy balls elsewhere.
I was utterly delighted by this story as a kid myself, relishing that my mom and her siblings were duping the golfers into buying back their own balls. But as an adult it’s like- of course. No one else was gonna wade into the muck for them anyway, everyone wins.
This is a documented thing! It occurs most often with hearts but can happen with any transplanted organ. It’s called ‘cellular memory’ and I wrote a whole paper on it during my freshman year of uni. It’s also why some transplant recipients experience new preferences, thoughts, and sometimes behaviors their donor was known to have. Like favourite foods or drinks, subtle changes in personality (like becoming a bit more daring, etc), and more. It’s usually temporary as the organ adjusts to its new person’s preferences, experiences, habits, etc. It’s fascinating and awesome and I would love to study it in-depth someday.
Which is why I want all of my organs upon death given to the same person. Hostile takeover from within.
I’m just trying to figure out what situation would require multiple organ transplants all at once.
Doctor: well the bad news is that all of your everything is fucked. The good news is that someone with an odd final request just died
i know that comparing pylons to angels is overdone by now, but these connecting rings they attach to the top of telephone poles couldn’t be more halo-like if they tried
“comparing pylons to angels is overdone” man there are so many parts of the internet I’ve never seen
i wish i had a response to this that doesn’t make me sound like one of those bugs that had never seen daylight before someone lifted up the rock they were living under
sad news today. Beeftongue, slug beloved, is no more. it lived just over a year, a good long time for a Florida leatherleaf, and tasted dozens of lettuces and other delicious vegetation beyond any slug’s dreams. found under a fallen stop sign in Miami, I was honored to share some time with this awesome beast.
the thing with edibles is if you only eat half the two halves are gonna know theyre separated. and theyre gonna to know that they arent meant to exist in that state of separation and they will yearn for reunification. so the edible half in your stomach will be calling out to the uneaten half, forcing you to eventually succumb and eat the other half so they may be reunited. many such cases
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