Getting pooped on by a baby bird is WORTH THE END RESULT.
People at work are starting to call me the bird whisperer.
If you’re a bird whisperer then I might have to go to you for advice. Tim and I are getting parakeets soon and we wanna be sure we know what the hell we’re doing.
please do not let ferguson die out like everything else big does. do not let this die out. do not let this continue on for three days and then everyone forget about it. do not let this happen.
queue this post up 3 days from now, a week from now, a month from now, a month from then. make sure even if you forget your blog will remember.
the fact i’m seeing reblogs slow down despite the fact there is still news breaking is concerning
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I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE HOLY FUCK.
i never knew a venn diagram could so concisely express my feelings
I don’t know if I wanna be you, or be on you.
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Okay but this is actually an interesting thing. We just did “L’incoronazione di Poppea” (the Coronation of Poppea) which is an opera by Monteverdi and a few people in the opera looked up the history of this. Nero was married to Ottavia, and then Poppea came in and convinced him to leave her, so then he married Poppea, and that’s where the opera ends, but the history gets weirder. Poppea and Nero are happily married for awhile, and then Poppea gets pregnant. Now, there’s some arguments about what actually happened to Poppea, but it’s generally assumed that she and Nero got into a fight and he kicked her or hit her or something and she died and lost the baby. So Nero, being upset about Poppea dying, finds a little boy who looks like her, marries him, and basically pretends he’s Poppea.