i ordered a wall tapestry from wish and the picture to choose the design from was super small
it came in the mail today and i put it up
my blind ass took a picture of my wall like ay wow my wall looks completed!! and it full on took me two hours actually LOOK at the thing because i suddenly realized
My grant has run out. There’s one under-sized paycheck to come in, and then we got nothing. And a tree is very slowly falling on our house. We’re afraid that it will break a window, and then we’re screwed, as we have neither insurance nor money to pay to replace it.
So many people have already donated, and we appreciate it so, so, SO much. You have no idea. But it’s not enough to live on yet.
I’m jobhunting every single day, but there’s no rushing these things, only making sure you’re exposed to as many opportunities as possible.
So. If you can and would care to, we would REALLY appreciate any help you can give.
It’s a new month, with all new bills and needs. One of the cats is sick, and the vet bill has already been way too much.
Marcela Hernández was doing the laundry on the river when she saw a box with puppies that some heartless person had thrown into the water so that they would drown. She thanks the Virgin of Zapopan she could save and to raise those three puppies and now they are the joy of her life.
I mean you’re almost there cos I just rolled my eyes so hard that they fell out my head and rolled across the floor
Jesus. What numpty has the Highlands and Islands twitter account this week?
Can you imagine calling a bana-ghàidheal a Sassanach and not getting a fucking skelp for it?
Gaels are so proud of their language being filled with love and many ways to refer to your loved one; I’m so filled with exasperation that THIS is the word that they’ve hooked on to.
If anyone, be it a woman or a man, called me a Sassenach, thinking that it was a cute thing to say, I’d take it as an insult.
I mean, we have a treasure trove of fucking songs dedicated to how we don’t like na Sasannaich, case in point being one of my favourite protest songs ‘Luchd na Beurla’ in which Màiri Mhòr nan Òran literally compares the English – na Sasannaich – to a plague made up of pest-ridden sheep.
Pretty sure that is a direct Diana Gabaldon reference. Which doesn’t really make it any better, but slightly less baffling at least.
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