It Can Also Just Taste Bad. I Ate A Garlic Chip Once. Turns Out You Are Not Supposed To Eat Them Straight

Cannot Stress Enough how important it is to read Howl’s Moving Castle written by Diana Wynn Jones immediately after watching Howl’s Moving Castle directed by Hayao Miyazaki. When he made the movie he was of course upset with war and thus included it in the film, but you gotta understand. You really Gotta Understand. Every time in the movie where Howl turns the door dial black to travel to an absolutely hellish warscape? You know where that same dial takes him in the book? The Real World Country Of Wales

IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST

OR ‘PEAKED’

BUT PIQUED

‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’

THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA

I am against bookmarks, so I a system. One permanent tab on my phone's browser, one non permanent tab on my phone's Google, as many tabs as I want on my laptop that will someday close themselves because my computer is evil, and the rest I send myself a link on whatsapp, so it's sorted by order of latest ones and I can easily remove and add ones. So I think I'm pretty normal

I have 99 tabs open on my phone and I can't have anymore. Everytime I find a new fic I have to juggle my tabs around so I can open a new one

קניידלך זה מעולה אבל החלק הכי טעים במרק בפסח זה פשוט לשבור מצה למרק

אני אוכלת מציה לארוחת בוקר כל יום בפסח ועד גמר המצות. מציה זה הכי אחי

עוגת מצות זה גרוע. עדיף מצה עם שוקולד.

עד שיעלו לי עוד רעיונות לסקר ממתקים, אני עושה סקר כן/לא על מאכלים ומתוקים כאלה ואחרים

תעשו ריבלוג אנשים, אנחנו רוצים אחוזים מדוייקים יותר

כשהייתי בחטיבה נסעתי לקאמפ אמריקאי ונדהמתי לגלות שלא הייתה חובה להיות עם כובע או קרם הגנה, כל יום בצהריים הלכנו לבריכה בשמש, וחצי מהבנות שהיו איתי בחדר נשרפו כל כך שהן לא יכלו לישון וכל העור שלהן התקלף. וזה היה במקום שלא היה בו המון שמש (ירד גשם!!! באוגוסט!!!) פשוט היינו בחוץ כל היום. אז אני חושבת שבסך הכול התוכנית הזאת והחינוך להגנה בשמש בארץ טוב

הדבר הכי יפה שאני משאיר מאחור

הוא אורה של החמה;

שנית, הכוכבים הבורקים ואור הלבנה,

וגם מלפפונים בשלים ותפוחים ואגסים.

פרקסילה, המאה ה-5 לפנה"ס. תרגום מיוונית: יורם ברונובסקי

מִי יִמְנֶה אֶת כָּל הַדְּבָרִים הַטּוֹבִים / שֶׁיֶּשְׁנָם, שֶׁיֶּשְׁנָם בָּעוֹלָם: / אוֹר הַשֶּׁמֶשׁ, וְיָם, וּבְרַק כּוֹכָבִים, / וְטִפּוֹת שֶׁל מָטָר, וְרוּחוֹת מְנַשְּׁבִים, / וְשֶׁלִּי הֵם וְגַם שֶׁל כֻּלָּם.

מתוך השיר: יום, לאה גולדברג. ''כל שירי הילדים'', ספריית פועלים.

כל מה שאני רוצה זה שוקולד פרה מריר עם סוכריות קופצות. זה יותר מדי לבקש?

יעני מו

I sat next to the protest today.

I wrote fan-fiction about two gay jewish dads raising children to the play list of the chant- "No peace on stolen land!" on an American college campus. It isn't a name brand one either, nor does it have any legitimate ties to Israel. The anger is just there- it has rotten these future doctors, nurses, teachers, and members of society.

I don't even know what to call their demonstration- it was a tizzy of a Jew hatred affair. At points, there were empathetic statements about Gazans and their suffering. Then outright support of Hamas and violent resistance against all colonizers. Then this bizarre fixation on antisemitism while explaining the globalists are behind everything.

"Antisemitism doesn't exist. Not in the modern day," A professor gloated over a microphone in front of the library. "It's a weaponized concept, that's prevents us from getting actual places- ignore anyone who tells you otherwise."

"How can we be antisemitic?" A pasty white girl wearing a red Jordanian keffiyeh gloats five minutes later. "Palestinians are the actual semites."

"there is only one solution!" The crowd of over 50 students and faculty cried, over and over.

"Been there, done that," I thought, then added a reference to a mezuza in the fourth paragraph.

Two other Jewish students passed where I was parked out, hunching and trying to be as innocuous as possible. We laughed together at my predicament, where I am willingly hearing this bullshit and feeling so amused by this.

"Am I crazy? For sitting here?" I asked them. My friends shook their heads.

"We did the same last week- it's an amazing experience, isn't it?”

We all cackled hysterically again. They left to study for finals. Two minutes later, I learned from the current speaker that “Zionism” is behind everything bad in this world.

Forty-five minutes in, a boy I recognized joined me on my lonely bench. He came from a very secular Jewish family and had joined Hillel recently to learn more about his culture. His first Seder was two nights ago.

He sat next to me, heavy like the weight of the world was on his shoulders. There was just this despondent look on his face. I couldn’t describe it anyone else, but just sheer hopelessness personified.

“They hate us. I can’t believe how much they hate us.” He said in greeting.

And for the first time all day, I had no snarky response or glib. All I could do was stare out into the crowd, and sigh.