Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. BlueSky: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
When I was younger, I wish someone had told me straight-up that not all adults experience “a calling”. That many of them never find particular purpose in a career. That sometimes, their job is just what pays the bills and they have to seek satisfaction and fulfillment elsewhere.
Because as an adult, this pervasive notion that there exists a perfect path for everyone, that people should love what they do, and that work is meant to function as a vehicle for fulfilling a person’s grand life destiny is not only inaccurate for many of us, it can be toxic.
The ideal is so ingrained that I have to remind myself constantly I’m not a failure because I don’t adore my job, and because I’m not rocking the world with my work. That is okay.
Sometimes, work is just work. There isn’t always a perfect career path, magically waiting to be discovered. There might not be this THING you were born to do. Sometimes, you discover that what you really want to be when you grow up is “paid”.
Well-preserved remains of a 12,400-year-old puppy from the
extinct Pleistocene canid species have been discovered near the Tumat
village in the Sakha Republic of Russia. Scientists believe the puppy was an ancient pet — one of man’s first
best friends. How they plan to bring the animal back to life.
I don’t get how people like flip out if a bisexual person prefers a certain gender over the other like I prefer chocolate ice cream but I’m not gonna turn down vanilla if a cutie plops it in my lap like what
Sanders won Utah and Idaho by a big ass range. I’m saying Hillary only got 5 delegates in both if those states and Sanders got 24 and 17.
We can do this man. If ya keep voting he can win this election. Just keep voting man.
“no please: i know you hate how much i apologize but i don’t know how else to say it
my mouth is always forming the words before i think them, i drip with “sorry,” leave it pooling around me, bring my wet eyes and shaky body along even though it ruins the party, apologize for so many things it only makes you angry and
i’m sorry that i spoke up in class and i’m sorry i bumped into you and i’m sorry that i didn’t text back fast enough and i’m sorry about the fact i say sorry so much
but i am sorry. i live in a flinch. i live waiting for the hand that doesn’t accept it. i live knowing people go easily, don’t forgive you for the small things.
maybe if my father said he was proud of me more often instead of asking why my grades weren’t higher. maybe if i lived in a house where i could read my poetry out loud without being told to shut up. maybe if somehow i learned to be okay with who i have become.
but i’m sorry i speak because my voice is an ugly bark and my tongue gets caught up a lot and what i want to say and what comes out are often at war. i’m sorry i bumped into you because i know i’m oblivious and an idiot and should take up less space and watch where i’m going. i’m sorry i didn’t text back i am a bad friend and you don’t want to hear about my breakdowns and i’m not going to make you live them
and i’m sorry i say sorry. i’m just sorry for existing.”
— “The words ‘I’m sorry’ come out of my mouth more often than ‘I love you’” // r.i.d (via inkskinned)
Etymology: from
Japanese 改善 (kaizen, かいぜん), from Middle Chinese 改善 (kój-dʒjén) (compare Mandarin gǎishàn,
改善), from Old Chinese 改善, “to correct errors”.
“This idea was recently selected for Midleton, County Cork, Ireland, and is my response to the history of the Choctaw Nation’s help to Ireland during the famine in 1847, when they sent $170 to help to feed the Irish starving men women and children. It was only 16 years earlier when the Choctaw were forced from their native land by the American government in what is now known as the trail of tears, making this act of kindness even more significant.”
‘The Writer,’ 1 of 3 surviving automata
from the 18th century, is a programmable
boy that uses quill and ink to write any 40
letters of custom text. This 240-year-old
automaton uses all 6,000 of its parts to
create just enough pressure for fluid,
elegant writing, and is thought by
some to be the first computer. Source