Skeleton Of Cave Bear In Bears Cave, Romania

do you guys remember when we used to say oh worm all the time. remember that

Stray cat breaks into Lynx’s enclosure at zoo

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*tastes potion like a chef testing the soup* hm. needs more eye of newt.

not sure if this will make sense to anyone besides me but: the antidote to negativity is not positivity, its warmth

Can confirm it is somewhat technically possible

Is it possible for somebody to fit inside a guitar case?

I hate when people ask me about my preference but I don’t understand their preference level. Like yes I kinda want Chinese food 10% more than I want a sandwich but if you want a sandwich like 40% more than Chinese food then I would say it’s totally reasonable we get sandwiches.

The Booping is an apocalypse but in a good way and minus the world destruction. It's been an hour. I'm not stopping.

On one hand I understand not teaching cursive in school anymore, because it actually is slower than regular handwriting and almost everything is typed on a keyboard now anyways.

On the other hand, so much of our (even recent!) history was written in cursive, and having a whole generation of kids who can't read letters written by their grandparents, momentos saved by their great-grandparents, or even photo albums from theur immediate family seems like a dangerously quick way to detach us from previous generations.

And on the third, related but slightly malformed hand, I feel bad that yet another form of small, everyday art that brings joy in the middle of mundane tasks, which celebrates personality and individual style and self-expression, is about to fade into obscurity because it wasn't efficient enough for today's world to put up with.

Like... if we continue to whittle away the small arts out of every day life, what's going to be left except stark, ruthless pragmatism?

Maybe writing a grocery list is less mundane when you get to feel elegant for a moment. Maybe you're a little more proud of what you write when you see it flow together like a painting