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katy-l-wood:

qsy-complains-a-lot:

qsy-complains-a-lot:

Very good news from Twitter, aside from where the spire fell through the vault, the inside of the cathedral is looking relatively alright. Breathtaking pictures.

More pictures.

That picture of the cross glowing through the smoke, embers raining down, that is going to last forever. That is going to be on front pages and in history books. That will be one of those iconic photos of history that never fades.

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

whatistheendgoal:

aliaitee:

laysthefangirl:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

Having sensory issues is weird. Like someone rings the doorbell once and there go my evening plans

Yesterday I touched a box that felt “wrong” and I spent the rest of night trying to get that feeling off my hands.

i scraped my teeth together while eating so I didn’t finish my meal

Oh my god this is a thing??? I’ve been doing this shit all my life. I’d touch something wrong and try to touch correctly for hours afterword

this has received so many responses, and yet only two (2) responses:

systlin:

systlin:

kagekanecavi:

systlin:

systlin:

splinteredstar:

systlin:

I would like to thank my roomba for finding that one sock I’d lost under the couch, and then repeatedly headbutting my foot while chewing on it. 

Thank you little dude. 

He wanted to make sure you saw it!

What can you give a roomba instead of treats to tell him that he’s a Good Boy

Asking for a friend

You know

I have a roomba

I have knives

I could

I could give him a knife

this seems like a spectacularly bad idea considering you started off talking about how he headbutts your foot

I didn’t say it needed to be a SHARP knife

I’ve got a rubber training knife we use in class for knife technique training

Excellent

johannesviii:

jonphaedrus:

notre dame is burning.

this is ok.

it has happened before. it will happen again. it has been lost before. it will be lost again. and again. and again. and again. art and architecture are transient, and temporary, and 850 years may seem like a lot to the individual, who will live maybe 100 if they are very lucky and very healthy, but even the pyramids at saqqara have only existed for about 6000 years and that’s still not all that much, if you consider the grand scheme of things.

yes, this is terrible. as someone who is deeply religious and literally a professional historian with a focus on art and architecture, this is terrible. im mourning. im gutted. im horrified and upset and miserable. but.

it’s not over.

victor hugo wrote hunchback because notre dame du paris was in the process of collapsing and falling apart, and revitalized the entire world’s focus and love for this church, and that was not even 200 years ago. it led to it being renovated.

the roof has fallen in. the scars of fires are on its buttresses. the rose window has fallen out. the beams and piers have collapsed. the spire has toppled. the stones have suffered, and will suffer again, but it is not gone.

renovation work is essential. sometimes things collapse and burn and break and have to come back. it’s not a terrorist attack, it’s renovation, an accident, but we have so much evidence, history, carefully documented everything on one of the most studied places in the world.

it’s not the end.

Hey so, French person here. And also an ex History student. I’m here to say: Please listen to o.p. above.

Obviously everyone is shocked but here’s a few important key facts:

  • The roof is completely gone. Part of it dated back from the 13th century but the rest was from the 19th. The stone arch roof under the top roof is fine.
  • One of the three main stained glass rose windows has fallen out. Most of the other stained glass windows are okay.
  • The spire has fallen down and that’s the saddest part. BUT! It was in the process of being restored and the 16 statues that were there were removed just four days ago! So they’re fine.
  • The main structure is still here and nothing has “burned down” unlike what some people have been saying.
  • The “treasure” (sacred objects) is safe.

Notre Dame is still there. It’s just damaged. Almost nothing was lost today, and nobody was wounded either. It’s scary, but it’s gonna be okay.

lilcowgirl4:

It’s not that you have issues…… it’s that you have a tendency to continue using instincts you picked up in childhood that are no longer useful to you on your journey towards achieving openness and intimacy and reliability in your personal relationships w others. It’s not that you’re defective or difficult or incapable it’s just that what you learned to do to save yourself from the experience of abandonment or rejection or ridicule or failure is not helpful here anymore and you need to start thinking creatively and collaborating on better ways to cope with that instrinsic fear that you are not correct, that you are faking, that you will be found out and left, whatever it is

nanoochka:

yesbothways:

alexisthenedd:

biggest-gaudiest-patronuses:

maxiesatanofficial:

maxiesatanofficial:

for real, though, why do recipes consistently tell you to use less herbs and spices in than you should. fuck your “two cloves of garlic,” fuck your “half teaspoon of cinnamon,” and you can absolutely go to hell with your “dash of black pepper”

I’m pretty sure that the only time I’ve ever actually managed to overseason food was when working with balsamic vinegar, which is the most overpowering motherfucker of a sauce known to man

i appreciate the energy and anger in this post, which is righteous and just

A friend once tried to replicate my burrito bowl recipe from the same online link I used and was upset it didn’t come out as flavorful, so I had to tell him to imagine that every online recipe is written by a midwestern white lady who thinks ketchup is spicy and adjust the spices accordingly. He nailed those burrito bowls next time.

“imagine that every online recipe is written by a midwestern white lady who thinks ketchup is spicy and adjust the spices accordingly“

2 cloves of garlic? i think you mean 14

vampireapologist:

It happens in October.

When the days aren’t as long as they
were

two months ago.

Ten years ago.

Sleep came easy when I was full.

When the days were full

and I fell into bed

my legs aching with the blocks I ran

and the worlds I distanced by crossing
the street

and the universes I walked in and out
of in my backyard.

and I woke up feeling eight hours
better

instead of ten years older.

Now leaps and bounds don’t quite reach
my bedroom door.

And I sit up late nights.

And my legs ache from being folded for
so long.

And when I shift I hear the water in my
stomach.

It happens in October.

Now that I can finally carve the
pumpkin just like the picture

and realize it’s not the way I wanted.

And I’m tall enough for a county fair
stamp that lets me on all of the rides,

but I’m too impatient to wait in the
lines.

And I don’t get lost in corn mazes.

And I don’t hold my breath when I pass
cemeteries anymore

because I know only the bodies are
there

and the ghosts are everywhere else.

It happens in October

when the breeze feels just like it
always did

but the way I felt then is never the
way I do now.

And I know it’s silly to cry, because

Things that happened then but don’t
anymore

aren’t things I’ve Lost.

They’re things I’ve had.

But the act of realizing

things are different

things are new

things will never be the same,

to me,

is losing.

And that always happens in October.