Featherofeeling - I Guess I Go Here Now

Bruce Wayne drinking at a gala to keep up his secret identity: *crashing into tables, threesomes in broom closets, drunken shenanigans, vodka and tequila everywhere*

Bruce Wayne actually drunk: *after four beers has to be physically restrained from drunk texting Jason “im sorry” with the laughing crying emoji next to it because he thought that one was the sad crying emoji*

As someone that has grown up surrounded by beaches and done surf life saving, I know how the sea works. Lots of people dont. Every summer multiple tourists die here because they don’t respect the sea, if you’re going to the coast, here’s a thing I saw on Facebook.

One thing that helps me calm down about intra-left-wing sniping and the reality that the big center-left coalition inevitably includes a lot of ridiculous nonsense, is to remember how ubiquitous seances were to progressive politics in the 19th century.  Like, e.g., Frederick Douglas had to go to so many seances. Many, many political strategy sessions around the country had to include feedback from the ghost of Moses who spoke to us via morse code.  

im so srs humans were made for art and friend and food and beddy bye. i mean this

The chronicle of the monk Herbert of Reichenau for the year 1021 ends “My brother Werner was born on November 1.“ 

1021 was not an uneventful year. The emperor began a campaign into Italy. Illustrious abbots died. There was an earthquake. But Herbert took the time to note, at the end of the year, that his brother was born. 

Of such acts of tenderness is history made.