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little announcement i guess

i'm officially leaving this account after 2 years :)

i'm moving accounts to @elbosta because i feel like making a new blog under a new name. it would mean a lot if you followed! :)

#stopeatingwhales is departing #my fics will still be here for you guys to read if you want to #pls follow tho #im gonna post sm better stuff there :')

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SI.427, Old Babylonian period (1900-1600 BCE)

The ancient clay tablet was discovered and cataloged along with many other tablets by the 1894 French archaeological expedition at Sippar in central Iraq.

The Babylonians used a base 60 number system – similar to how we keep time today – which made working with prime numbers larger than five difficult.

The rectangles depicting the field have opposite sides of equal length, suggesting surveyors of that time period had devised a way to create perpendicular lines more accurately than before.

That tablet described right-angle triangles using Pythagorean triples: three whole numbers in which the sum of the squares of the first two equals the square of the third – for example, 32 + 42 = 52.

Photograph: UNSW Sydney

#you see #iraqis are so smart #we were literally the people who made maths #iraqi history

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Isfahan jameh mosque/ Isfahan/ Iran

Photography: Mohammed mirzaiee

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@works-of-fanfiction its almost been a year since this crazy day can you believe it 😭 there's no way i was that. crazy over the fact that he looked at me LMFAO

YOU MET DAMON!!? did you talk to him?? what was it like omg?!!😭

basically, at the end of the globe show me and @grahamcheryl decided to go out back where this gate was (preventing ppl from entering through the back) and waited for damon to come and as we were waiting ALEX WALKED OUT 😭 me being an idiot literally was like HIIIII and it was so embarrassing and he just walked past me and was like ‘good show wasn’t it’ to everyone there 😭

after like an hour damon came out and smoggy stopped him from leaving the gate and coming out bc the taxi was already there waiting and so i got to the front and handed him my cassette and asked him to sign it :)) WHEN HE HANDED IT BACK TO ME WE MADE EYE CONTACT AND HE SMILED AT ME AJDJAKSJJA

when he was leaving inside the taxi me and josie were waiting for our ubers and the car was slowly driving forward and we were right next to it so we could see damon and we waved at him bc he was literally right next to us and he made eye contact and waved 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

#crying #i can't believe myself #but like at the same time i can #josie and sarah blur soul sisters

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going on a mass post cleanse because wtf was i on reposting that many pictures of alex turner in 2019

#help me #sarah is rambling #<3

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Have mercy.... 🤧

I can not breathe 🫠

#i agree with the reblog captions #oscar issac #i want him #ugh #men #why do men #why are men #why can i not HAVE HIM

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#i agree #but that one bathroom scene with eduardo #he he he he #thoughts were being. THUNK. #very deeply #andrew garfield #the social network

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Angelina Jolie, photographed by Marcel Indik (1995)

#Her makeup #ugh #shes so pretty

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Jab bhi nazar se duūr huay, Dheyan mein meray aan basaay. Ankh say chal kar dheeray dheeray, Manzil e dil tak aa pohnchay.

Trans: you departed from my sight and entered my thoughts, travelled from my eyes straight to my heart.

Al-Abbas Ibn Al-Ahnaf

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al pacino as sonny wortzik | DOG DAY AFTERNOON (1975)

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is now a good time to promote my al pacino mariah carey fancam

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The Godfather (1972) | dir. Francis Ford Coppola

#HES WITH SO MANY GIRLS #AND NONE OF THEM ARE ME #WHY #CRYING

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The Panic in Needle Park (1971)

dir. Jerry Schatzberg

#sobbing #i cant #hekp #al pacino do this to meeeeee #crying

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Al Pacino & Ellen Barkin in SEA OF LOVE (1989) dir. Harold Becker

#ARGIOEJAORJGAIOERGJAIEROJGAEIRGJ #THISRGJAPOERKGJHRTEIGOREIJOIE0RGKDOGRES-P #ACOKISEHIRGE0AOJSHR0EGOPRKJTGOE0OPKS #I DONT\ #KNOW #HOW TO #REACT #LOL #HL #HELP #BYE

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someone make this for me and i'll love you forever

#hello kitty #sushi

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it’s an unspoken thing between all of us- the grief of all the friends you never got to say goodbye to. like, the friends youd make in science class because the teacher sat you next to one another, the friends from your childhood who you mightve only spoken to in school, but whose existence sunk its teeth into you and left a permanent mark. even the ones you were closest to, the ones you called best friend for a time, somewhere along the way you parted without even noticing it. somewhere along the way, you played outside for the last time, shared food for the last time, stayed up talking for the last time, said i love you for the last time. when was the last time? we didnt decide to stop being friends. we didnt even say goodbye. but ‘see you next week’ turned into ‘it’s been a long time’, and now, if you saw each other in the street, you might pretend that you didnt. you might not even recognise them. they might not even recognise you. you can’t remember the shape of their nose. and what about the connections you made online when you were a child, playing games that meant so little with nameless friends that meant so much? or when you were a bit older, talking to strangers but loving them like family? here, raise a glass to the friends who disappeared one day, who deactivated, who stopped messaging you back, because online friends can bring you just as much joy as real life ones, too. when the adults told you dont talk to strangers, they didnt consider the good morning! :) texts, the have you eaten today? texts, the trying to hold in your laughter at 3am texts, the i wish timezones and continents and countries didnt exist so i could hug you texts, the little pieces of a persons heart texts, blue light flooding across the world just to say i love you. sleep well. i love you. i love you. the grief comes in waves. it’s slow, and soft, and steady- you dont notice it pooling around your ankles at first, you dont want to- but it comes. childhood is where the grief begins. it’s reared like a well-loved pet, a hungry mouth under the tablecloth. a passing thought from time to time, when you remember the girl you befriended a long long time ago, and when you wonder where she went. it doesn’t feel like much at first. it doesn’t break you yet. it’s not like real grief, not like anyone died, but you had something in your hand and now it’s empty and you can’t remember where you put it. it’s like that, except the thing in your hand was a person who loved you, once. a person whose face you couldn’t draw if the world got on its knees and begged you. when you dont get to say goodbye to someone, your memory becomes a funeral, every conversation you ever shared with them a eulogy. because this is how the story goes. i had a friend. this is not a poem. i had a friend.

#this literaslly #made my heart break #i cany function anymore #bye

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At the end of the street there was a disused well. I went over to it. As I stared down into its dark, silent depths, I had a sudden urge to hurl myself head-first down the shaft. The silence seemed to awaken all the despair within me. It was a silence of eternity. Next to the well was a large stone that was so heavy I could hardly lift it. I picked it up, heaved it over the edge and dropped it down the shaft. I listened as it crashed to the dry bottom of the well. Then there was silence. I stared down into the gloom and smelt the vile smell coming up from the bottom, like a festering pit. I moved away from the mouth of the well. I could still hear the crash of the falling stone ringing in my ears. I imagined myself falling in the same way. But unlike the stone, I knew that I would have slowly bled to death at the bottom of the well. A horrible way to die. I set off on my way again. There was something about the sound of that falling stone – a siren call that was still strangely attractive to me.

Mohamed Choukri, from Streetwise, 1989