for each age is a dream that is dying,

or one that is coming to birth

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Once upon a time there was a magician, and he lost his heart. Maybe he put it in his little finger and chopped it off, and hid it, and couldn’t find it again. Maybe a monster came and ate it. Maybe it was a little of both. “Alas!” said the magician. “How will I live without a heart?” And the answer came: The human body is not an engine. At first the magician didn’t understand what this could mean. Then he felt it in his chest: a new heart growing. Cell by cell. Little by little. He said, “But it will never be like the heart I lost.”

And the answer came: “No. The heart you lost is not the heart you need.”


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oh wow they’re circulating the mustard gas crystal copypasta

You guys be extra careful following like, any instructions for anything ok

Considering the factchecking levels on tumblr this one actually sounds way worse than what they’ve been doing so like, stay safe and shit

Also that copypasta is bog standard and one of several, so like

be aware.

"Bro here. This is a image that looks like a science classroom fun experiment. It tells the user to mix ammonia and bleach. THIS CAN KILL YOU."

Bro has warned me about this before, and at least one 4channer (back when it started circulated there) reported back with “I TRIED THIS AND HAD TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL, THEY SAID I HAD MUSTARD GAS IN MY LUNGS”.

He suggests spreading the safety information “NEVER MIX AMMONIA AND BLEACH” as far and as fast as possible, so people get warned before ever seeing the suggestion image. I don’t think I learned about it until I had a job that involved cleaning chemicals, so yeah, a lot of kids might not know this yet.

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A man once asked me … how I managed in my books to write such natural conversation between men when they were by themselves. Was I, by any chance, a member of a large, mixed family with a lot of male friends? I replied that, on the contrary, I was an only child and had practically never seen or spoken to any men of my own age till I was about twenty-five. “Well,” said the man, “I shouldn’t have expected a woman (meaning me) to have been able to make it so convincing.” I replied that I had coped with this difficult problem by making my men talk, as far as possible, like ordinary human beings. This aspect of the matter seemed to surprise the other speaker; he said no more, but took it away to chew it over. One of these days it may quite likely occur to him that women, as well as men, when left to themselves, talk very much like human beings also.
Dorothy L. Sayers, “Are Women Human?” (via captainss)

(Source: rj-anderson, via jesuit-space-pirate)

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