Please, just take what you want and leave....
This is the space where I collect all the junk I find out there, thinking it might be useful at some point, although it has never happened.
I like tumblr, people are surprisingly nicer here than anywhere else online.
- miau (Belarusian, Hungarian, Dutch, Finnish, Lithuanian, German, Polish, Russian, Portuguese, Romanian, Malay and Spanish)
- meong (Indonesian)
- niau (Ukrainian)
- niaou (νιάου, Greek)
- miaou (French)
- nya (ニャ, Japanese)
- miao (喵, Mandarin Chinese, Italian)
- miav/miao or mjav/mjau (Danish and Norwegian)
- mjá (Icelandic)
- ya-ong (야옹, Korean)
- meo-meo (Vietnamese).
In some languages (such as Chinese 貓, māo), the vocalization became the name of the animal itself.
his advice for aspiring entertainers was to “be so good they can’t ignore you
The uncanny similarities between advertising and rape. In both situations, no matter how much you say you don’t want it, they will keep pushing things you didn’t ask for.
At times of change, the learners are the ones who will inherit the world, while the knowers will be beautifully prepared for a world which no longer exists.
— Alistair Smith
Don’t grow up! It’s a trap!
I love you is the new whatever
Even when you’ve been riding that same awesome 8-loops roller coaster for years, sometimes you still find yourself wondering about how it would be to ride that dodgy, cheap, no-loop wooden roller coaster. In the meantime, other people spend their whole lives more than happy having a teacup ride.
I’m in love with cities I’ve never been to and people I’ve never met
You are what you eat so I am pizza.
No one looks back on their life and remembers the nights they got plenty of sleep
everyone is broken and we spend our lives filling the cracks with whatever we can find
Nostalgia—it’s delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, ‘nostalgia’ literally means ‘the pain from an old wound.’ It’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards… it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels—around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved.
— Mad men