I Saw This Too And It's About Half A Kilogram Of THC Per Day Per Capita. Tallin As A Whole Would Need

The first fictional book in the Finnish language was not an epic adventure nor a grand drama, but a tale of seven countryboy brothers fumbling around, getting drunk, misbehaving, leaving chores undone, almost getting themselves killed, and still making it through life.

idk y'all, i feel like there's just something very finnish about the melancholic hopelessness and tragic nature of life, the fleeting summers and harsh winters, celebration songs composed in a minor key, blue and white, lakes and summer sky and snow, the inherent unfairness of existence, the forever feeling of not belonging, the chronic avoidance of any stranger while also propping lost gloves onto street signs in the hope that they may return to their owners, the silence of 3am, the "silence" of an untouched forest, the old wisdoms and folk songs

it's almost as if the entire culture was built on mourning as a form of perseverance, the importance of sitting in silence every now and then, and the concept of love thy neighbour that existed way before the bound bible found it's way to the finnish wildlands

Seeing 2 unrelated big blogs argue it out like what is this Godzilla vs. King Kong?

I climbed a tree today.

The trunk of the tree was almost horizontal, so it was hardly climbing. More like just carefully walking up the trunk. It was still scarier than a lot of other tree climbs I have done, since it was snowy and quite slippery.

I still got some decent height out of that tree, as the splitting tree trunk formed some sort of staircase upwards. A really slippy staircase but a staircase none the less.

At a height of a whole 2,5 meters, the view was really nothing of note. I was in the middle of a town centre of sorts, so the view was exactly as grand as on the ground, except I had a bunch of branches in my hair.

like a 5,5/10, It was fun enough but I wouldn't want to spend time up there.

well maybe YOUR language, that is WEIRD and FOREIGN, does that, but MY language, that is PERFECT, makes complete sense and is perfectly understandable, and is also the default and best way of experiencing the human life.

Why does like every language do things with their R sounds that nobody else understands

I dont want to be here,

I want to leave,

I dont feel like I can go home now,

I dont want to be outside,

I want to roam outside,

I dont feel like I belong here,

I dont feel like I should be here,

I want to be home,

I wanted to be home hours ago,

I want to sleep,

I dont want to wake up here,

I want to wake up like tomorrow was already over.

why the hell did I suddenly gain autism hypersensitivity to all of the fabrics in my clothes????

Like yesterday I was wearing a shirt I've had for around 2 years now, never had a problem with it, in fact its been one of my comfiest shirts until now, but suddenly (in a span of like a day or so) it just became so uncomfortable and I became aware every single point it was touching in my body, and I had to take it off completely (I'm currently rotting in my home so no big deal) but that has never happened to me with any other shirt before.

I'm now wearing my current comfiest shirt #1 and even with this im somewhat feeling everything, not as bad as with the other shirt though.

Holy shit im so good at getting existential crises from listening to bands with dead singers at 3 am

She's got her tongue sticking out she's so derpy

She's so cunty, but is your transit network as cunty as this???

Imagine a world where, if you deadname someone, you legally have to change your own name to that name.

Possibly a better world than our own...

A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.

His response: "No, it's my name now."

I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.

Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.

Now that I think about it, I'm half convinced it was made up by american corporations as a marketing tactic.

"I bet you remembered this brand name wrong" is a pretty good way to get people to recognize your brand, especially when you explain it with a trendy new phenomenon.

Like I still remember some of the brands even though I have never actually seen them anywhere.

Ok but the Mandela effect is like so fake. There is one actual example of this with Nelson Mandela himself and the rest are americans remembering brand names wrong.