Me @ Every Mother With A Small Child: CALL ME NNI ONE MORE TIME I FUCKING DARE YOU

Me @ every mother with a small child: CALL ME NÉNI ONE MORE TIME I FUCKING DARE YOU—

im laughing so hard because no matter what song you listen to 

spiderman dances to the beat

no matter what song ive been testing it and lauing my ass off for an hour

I just realized how much language matters when you try to reach a certain chapter length.

I wrote a text in hungarian, then with a help of an online translator I made an english version. Same draft, same writing, except the english version was almost 200 words longer, and I didn’t even start doing the corrections to make it sound more natural.

The hungarian language really likes to condense the meaning into a fewer words, so it’s not that suprising (english sentences have a lot of filler words), but still. A 200 words difference.

And here was I wondering why it’s so painful to reach the same wordcount I see on english fanfics.

HAPPY PRIDE!!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

Roses are red, that much is true, but violets are purple, not fucking blue.

Egy görög mitológiás vicc, amit anno a latintanárom mesélt nekünk órán:

“Sziszüphosz és Oidipusz találkozik. Oidipusz beszól:

– Hé Sziszüphosz, nehéz az a szikla, mi?

Sziszüphosz mérgesen visszaszól:

– Oidipusz ne pofázz nekem, inkább menj és baszd meg anyád!”