discodeerdiary:

Back when I used to walk around my college in a corduroy blazer and slacks I didn’t call it “dark academia” I called it “professor drag” and the purpose was to smoothly walk into parts of campus I wasn’t supposed to access

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characterlimit:

characterlimit:

hate when folk call the Sun “our nearest star” no you dweebs that’s OUR STAR! After everything she’s done for you and you want to compare her to some lightyears away ass nobody called some shit like Guncho 785B? We’re not spinning eternally around any old ball, we’re three deep in the window on board the Sol Train and she did NOT provide the catering, the itinerary and all the fuel to share credit with some two-bit Proxima Centauri hack. point to these nuts in a constellation while you’re at it. i love the sun

can you tell the days are getting longer again

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weaver-z:

weaver-z:

I love folklore so much because depending on the location and era it comes from it’s either the most terrifying concept or the dumbest thing you’ve ever heard

Mexican Folklore: You think this place is a Normal Location? Tch. You fool. Everyone knows this place is the SCARY Location.

British Folklore: There’s a little Beast in your house… make sure you give it the necessary porridge……. otherwise it might turn to mischief…….

German Folklore: For the love of God, do NOT trust hot people and do NOT trust babies and do NOT trust short men and do NOT trust Christmas and do NOT trust sausage and do NOT trust the elderly and

US Folklore: This Giant Boy From Texas Is God’s Favorite

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