“Nobody’s going to want to sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours to get from New York City to LA.”
Me. I will sit on high-speed rail for fifteen hours. I’ll sit on it for days. I’ll write and read and nap and eat and then do it all over again. I’ll stare out the windows and see America from ground level and not have to drive. I’ll see the Rockies and the deserts and cornfields and the Mississippi River and your house and yours and yours too. I’ll make up stories in my head about the small towns I see as we go along. I’ll see the states I’ve yet to see because driving or flying there is a fucking slog and expensive to boot. I’ll enjoy the ride as much as the destination. And then I’ll do it all over again to come the fuck home.
Milky Way Over Easter Island
The historian in me loves this post so much
I was telling my partner about how sometimes I look at my own art tag to remind myself that I, like, did that & am in fact capable of creating things, & how I love that for me & how I love that for everyone else, because they get to see the things I make.
Me: "I've just gotta get all Joel Smallishbeans about it, y'know, what Marina & the Diamonds said, 'I feel like I'm the worst, so I act like I'm the best.'"
Them: "That's definitely a Joel song."
Me: "Yeah, it really is."
Them: "You know who else I associate that song with?"
Them: "Vriska."
Me: "Oh yeah totally, it's a very Vriska song. I've actually seen quite a few po-"
Them: "Ergo Joel Smallishbeans is Vriska coded."
Me:
The health insurance industry has a term for this sadistic practice. It's called "step therapy." If the choice is between a more expensive medication that works and a cheaper one that doesn't work as well and might have worse side effects, the insurance company requires that the cheaper drug be used first.
One benefit to the insurance company is that the patient on the cheaper drug might die before they get a chance to use the drug that works but is more expensive. That's money in the bank for the insurance company.
Or, the patient might be so worn down and harmed by the cheaper drug that they just give up the fight to get the drug that will help them. Again, that's bank for the insurance company.
Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
Common themes among my ocs:
Glasses
Done with life
Don't like politics/politicians
Somehow really smart??? (Like even I don't know how they some some things)
Gay (In some way)
And most importantly, somehow are all involved with taxes somehow
Guy who has heard other guys refer to their wives as "ball and chain" and "battle-axe" and wrongfully assumed you can refer to your wife as any medieval weapon: oh there's my beautiful Lucerne hammer
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