Oh hello there, inappropriate crush. It’s been awhile since I’ve had one of you.
I haven’t had ~feelings~ for someone in so long I forgot that was a thing. I’m OK with this.
Now If only I could actually have a crush on appropriate people who might have a chance at requiting said ~feelings~.
But she touches my lower back and calls me “honey” and my knees get all weak and it’s lovely
Fun Medieval Doodles
Here is a small selection of doodles I tweeted over the past year (@erik_kwakkel). Although they are usually not exactly eye-candy, they are easy to like. I think this is because they are often very funny, but also because the activity is such a familiar one. Almost without thinking we ourselves doodle on notepads, post-it notes or in the margin of the newspaper.
While our drawings are often the result of boredom, in the Middle Ages there was often a more pragmatic rationale behind their creation. In some cases they were a response to the text, such as the Adam and Eve doodle above. Moreover, many were the fruit of correcting the nib of the pen, like the little dog’s head. They are the medieval equivalent, as it were, of our scratching on a piece of paper to get the ink flowing.
In other cases still it remains a mystery what the doodling scribe was thinking. Why draw the skeleton that seems to hold a glass, for example? Is it a warning that our enjoying the delights of this planet will ultimately come to an end? A medieval campaign against riding your horse while under influence? Whatever the meaning of this poor guy with his drink may be, and in spite of the fact we are reminded of our own mortality, sketches like this do brighten the page - and my day.
Second hand books are wild books, homeless books; they have come together in vast flocks of variegated feather, and have a charm which the domesticated volumes of the library lack.
gotta be assertive.
we’re basically halfway done w/ 2013 and all i’ve done this year is felt sad and homework
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Hey American friends,
Bomb Girls is now on US Netflix. So, y’know, you should probably watch it if you haven’t already. And by that I mean it is mandatory that you watch it immediately.
inlikewiththecity: Yep. Well, ok this is pretty sad.
And Calgary’s mayor has a hoverboard and a DeLorean.
We have a clear winner.
MAYBE if u didn’t want ur son to EAT poeple u shouldnt have named him something that rhymes with cannibal u should have name him hegetarian or something
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When I was in Grade 8 I was studying in the Great Hall after school. I realised I didn’t have my social studies textbook and the only other person around who was in my grade was in the English stream. Since I took my classes in French, his textbook was sadly of no use to me. So I bravely snuck into my teacher’s classroom and borrowed her copy from her bookshelf with the intent of returning it before she noticed. But by the time I went to bring it back, the janitor had locked the classroom door. So I figured I’d just bring it back during the next day’s class and quietly explain to her what had happened.
Except when the next day’s class rolled around, I didn’t get my chance. You see, she’d noticed the missing textbook and was convinced that one of us, the shitty little Grade 8-ers we were, had stolen it to play a cruel joke on her. There was no way I could subtly return it now. So I kept it until I came up with a plan.
The next day, still textbook-less, the teacher offered a reward for its safe return. Things were falling into place. I took a couple days to make my guilt seem less obvious, then, one lunch hour, came running into her classroom with the textbook. “I found it on the floor of the locker room,” I claimed, “Some Grade 7s were kicking it around I think.”
She was more grateful than I expected, and the next day she made god on her promise of reward, presenting me with a Lindt chocolate bar in front of the entire class.
It’s been 12 years. And to this day I only feel a little bad.
And now, tumblr, you know one of my deep dark secrets.
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