If Your Big Three Were Defined By The Degrees In Which They Are Placed In, What Would They Be?

I miss when library books used to have little paper pockets inside with a list of all the people who borrowed it and when... I hate that this is now exclusive knowledge of librarians. I do care that a miss Mariana borrowed this book in 1985 and then Dario in 1997. They're my brothers and sisters

Why does it seem like nowadays readers need everything to be morally correct, and for the moral lessons to be spelled for them, or else they miss the point of the story by a mile? Like, if a fiction depicts something dark they'll be like "oh this fiction is justifying fucked up actions" maybe think deeper Susan? "I don't see redemption for this character at all??" maybe they aren't meant to be redeemed?? Maybe the story is just here to show how fucked up everything is and that's it?? Maybe not every story is supposed to teach you morals and healthy coping mechanism?? Go to therapy for that?

People read ADULT DARK fiction and then act like kids with no critical thinking skills. Maybe those stories are not for you if you constantly seek heroic values in fiction.

Me, who hasn't experienced real snow, ever, in my life, finding out about snow blindness:

There are many things I usually go through before choosing a place to rent. For example, do the neighbours have dogs? That's a no because people here don't know how to be a responsible dog owner, most owned dogs bark at everything that moves. I also check for the water pressure, the internet connection, the electrical appliances and whatnot.

But I have never thought I needed to consider the possibility of having a neighbour who likes to sing his lungs out every fucking day every morning and afternoon. I have considered neighbours who like to talk loudly, but not this shit.

I just had a boost of motivation to be productive so I started writing on my little whiteboard planner but apparently I used a permanent marker.....

all my energy had to be spent on cleaning the damn whiteboard and now im tiRed

You show a cat something and they're like sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff ooooh I understand now. Don't care

every morning i wake up and make the worst possible time management decisions anyone has ever made

I will forever love the archetype of the Virgo because one time I was so depressed I couldn’t see my options or my ability to choose and my Virgo friend made me sit down for coffee and wrote my entire agenda out for me like opened my journal and wrote down my to do list and when someone puts that much effort into you you really don’t want to fail. So that was a great month  

Looking at these pretty mood boards of fs i wonder why the hell im still not doing it for myself

Fever is a hilarious immune response. Our bodies tell the disease “hey, wanna see which one of us dies of overheating first? No? Too bad.” and honestly they’re not even the winners a decent chunk of the time but it works often enough that we never evolved it away or anything. Fantastic work.