Sorry I Cant Hang Out Tomorrow Im Celebrating The Death Of A 2123 Year Old Roman Politician With A Bunch

for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits

Weird things I have done as an archaeologist

Washing cannonballs

Comparing human leg bones to my leg

Balancing knee caps to see if they’re left or right

Smashed my head on a drill handle while I tried to look cool dropping 3 meters of stainless steel down a hole

Trying to rescue mice out of the trench using a shovel and screaming how you’re trying to help

Glass still cuts skin, even after 500 years. And me being the dumbass I am to swipe my finger across to clean it

Getting distracted because you’re convinced these two pottery shards match in some place

Pushing my thumb into the decorative indentation a potter has made 300 years ago cuz I’m still a child

Trying to match shoe prints to one of your colleagues

Surely google knows the brand name on this 100 year old shoe shine can

colour theory this, flattering silhouettes that.

babes I cannot overstate the importance of wearing things just because you enjoy them.

NOTHING is flattering if youre uncomfortable while wearing it - not a goddamn thing.

orienting your sense of style around what makes you visually palatable to others: 1) outsources some of your self-worth so it's beyond your control, and 2) sets you up for a Sisyphean journey of never being enough which feed the consumerist machine.

Don't try to look good. Try to look and feel yourself.

my astronomy professor just told us that whenever he sees the sun rise he says “Hello again, old friend”

"I thought this was meant to be a temple dedicated to learning!" The angry man's question was a statement. "We do not usually use such grand words," the librarian said, "but yes." "Then how come the building is full of fiction!" "You do not know what can be learned from fiction?"

The monster hunter listened to the description.

"Yup, sounds like a bull ogre."

"Can you kill it?"

"Why?"

"You're a monster hunter!"

"What has it done, that I should kill it?"

"It's a monster!"

"We don't kill 'em for what they are. What's it done?"

"I… It is!"

"It's allowed."

Like, our stance towards exclusionary theology should not be “well actually if we look in the Bible we can see that it never actually forbids being gay,” but instead “how fucking dare you presume to delimit God’s love? What blasphemous arrogance could have possibly led you to where you are? When did you start worshipping your own image in place of the Divine?” 

“We are here, and this is now.” Constable Visit, a strict believer in the Omnian religion, occasionally quoted that from their holy book. Vimes understood it to mean, in less exalted copper speak, that you have to do the job that is in front of you.

--Terry Pratchett, Night Watch

in psalm sixty, his faith has the feeling of a roofie. תַּרְעֵלָֽה, staggering and reeling. the register here is softer, though, than the poisoning he's known for

I'm not Catholic in the, "burn the gays-christian nationalism-close-minded-fire and brimstone" way. More so in the, "to study any field of science is to study Gods creation and is religious devotion." way.