I Should Wake Up And Automatically Be Restored To Full Health, That's How Sleeping Should Work, What

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the best part of experiencing november 5th 2020 was watching tumblr attempt to describe what it was like to experience november 5th 2020

Soft-Feeling Latin Words & Phrases

Another list of Latin phrases, this time with soft/warm meanings. It is 2:39am as I make this list.

a te pro te: from thee for thee

ab imo pectore: from the bottom of the heart

volat hora per orbem: time files through the world

coelum versus: heavenward

concubia nocte: at dead of night

crepusculum: twilight or dusk

crescens luna: a cresent moon

cum corde: with the heart

labores solis: an eclipse of the sun

in horam viviere: to live for the moment

in rerum natura: in the nature of things

in tuto esse: in a safe place

ingens aequor: the vast ocean

inter vivos: among the living

januae mentis: inlets of knowledge

jenuis clausis: in secret, with closed doors

littera scripta manet: the written letter remains

lux mundi: light of the world

lux vitae: light of life

meo voto: by my wish

mox nox: soon night

multis cum lacrimis: with many tears

ningit: it is snowing

occidui temporis umbra: a shadow at sunset

opinio vana: an illusion

osculum pacis: kiss of peace

papilio: butterfly

par pari refero: tit for tat

per vian dolorosam: the way of sorrows

philtrum: a love potion

pluvia: rain

res rustica: a rural affair

ros marinus: rosemary

semel et semper: once and always

silva: wood or forest

sinus urbis: heart of the city

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Reference: Latin for the Illiterati: a modern guide to an ancient language by Jon R. Stone, second edition 2009.

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How to show emotions

Part VII

How to show pride

standing tall

expanded posture, opening of the torso

lifted chin, head held high

big and confident smile

looking around to see if people recognize and admire what they are proud of

How to show enthusiasm

big smile and laughter

wide radiant eyes

raised eyebrows

jumping up and down or bouncing

clapping hands

big hand gestures

loud and high pitched voice

speaking quickly

How to show anxiety

not holding/breaking eye contact

fidgeting

heavy breathing

twitching in their face

often a blank stare or looking away

rigid posture

sweaty palms

bouncing their knees

rubbing palms against each other or clothing

How to show playfulness

laughing

giggling

grinning

using a playful tone

making a silly face

touching the other person teasingly

e.g. tickling, nudging, bumping into them

How to show being offended

stiffening up

hard line around the lips

frozen stare

narrowing of the eyes

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Some unexpected heroes

I’m in my annual LOTR/THE HOBBIT marathon mood, It's been a long time since I last drew these two.

Listen. Steven Moffat listen to me. I need you to tweet "actually johnlock was always intended to be endgame" on the day after the 2024 presidential election and then turn your phone off. I don't care if it's true or not I just need you to do it, please, it would be so funny.

eggs are most delicious when least touched by fire (so poached, sunny side up, etc declining in quality to over easy, hard boiled). this is because fire cleanses the egg of sin (primary source of flavor). this is also why the objectively most delicious egg is soft boiled (hardened purified exterior traps the delicious sin inside the soft gooey interior), and why scrambled eggs are morally ambiguous

A few months ago I started playing rdr2 and one night I sat bolt upright at 3 am thinking about Arthur Morgan, took 15 minutes to write this, and went back to sleep. Yes I’m pretty sure I was possessed

Anyway it’s a poem about a cowboy and his dead lover:

It’s been a long time since I saw you last

Since you drew breath, smelled the grass and the dust and the dirt

Since I laid next to you on the ground and watched you doze off in the heat of the afternoon

And it had been even longer since we walked through fields of gold together in Autumn,

Since we held each other and whispered amongst ourselves what was, what will be, and what can be

And it’s been a while since I’ve thought of you last

It’s been a while

But now I think of you often

I think of you when I eat, and when I sleep,

And when I cup my hands and drink from a waterfall

And when my arrow pierces the hide of a deer,

I think of you as I hear it dying

I hear you everywhere

I hear you in the trees, and in the breeze

I hear you in the quiet laughter of the people I still care about

I hear you in the chirping of the birds at dawn and the trilling of the crickets at dusk

I hear you in the cold, howling wind of midwinter

I hear you when I sing softly to myself

Sometimes I see you, too

I can picture you posing on the cliff as the sun sets and you stare off into the distance meaningfully

As I reach out and touch the place you used to sleep,

The sheets thrown off because it gets warm very early in the Spring

And I see you on your horse,

And I see you in the stream

And I see you in every good deed

And I see you in every tear shed

And I see you in the clouds that drift by, careless of the fact that you are gone,

And I see you,

And I see you,

And I can still see you

And I see you in the unfathomable blue of the summer sky

And the nothingness of the stars at night

And I see you next to me when I close my eyes

But never when I open them.