Imagine Ur A Losing Dog And Ur Like “well At Least No One’s Betting On Me” And Then Mitski Shows

From Homer’s Odyssey.

my regulus thesis is that he thinks he’s the coolest, smartest, most refined, most dignified, best person in any room but he also hates himself sm that he doesn’t want anyone to look at him ever and in actuality he’s just like a soggy cardboard cutout with bug eyes… that shakes like a cold wet chihuahua sometimes

It's so funny to me when people reblog math posts on this site and say shit like "this is homophobic" "this is an attack on queer people" like hello this is tumblr. OP is queer. Like we've got a HANDFUL of cishets here on mathblr but most of us are queer. Because it's tumblr. And everyone is queer on tumblr. If you see math on this site, a queer person probably put it there. Stfu about "gays can't do math" if it's on tumblr, gays can do it, that's why it's on tumblr.

And of course there is also a large and brilliant and beloved queer math community off of tumblr but I just think it's extra funny when people don't notice it ON TUMBLR.

Alan Turing didn't kick the Nazis' collective ass laying foundations for the field of computing and then go on to also lay foundations for the field of biomathematics, Leonardo Da Vinci didn't give us fundamental physical and mathematical diagrams used in engineering well beyond his time, Moon Duchin doesn't study the math of fair redistricting, Chad Topaz and Jude Higdon don't analyze criminal sentencing disparities, et cetera et cetera, for y'all to call math homophobic and an attack on the queer community.

manic (gansey) pixie (blue) dream (ronan) girl (adam)

opening paragraphs of all time

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

We Have Always Lived in the Castle by Shirley Jackson

joey lynch from boys of tommen 🤝 marauders era sirius black

rip sirius black you would've loved the sabrina carpenter nonsense outros

there is something so special about podcast live shows. about a room filled with people who share your same hyper-niche interest, about cheering when characters are introduced and iconic lines are said, about participating in the noise. it makes you feel understood, known, celebrated, and above all else, heard.

be for fucking ℝ right now

Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 27 February 1929, featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. IV, 1927-1931