Me And My Siblings!

“One time my Nanny and the Gardener were having a heated argument in the car and he took her Queen tape out of the player and threw it out the window with rage and she looked him dead in the eyes and pulled out a second copy of that same tape and put it back in the player.”

— Warlock, probably

Another set of beautifully laid out public health data points.

Compliments of Data is Beautiful [Instagram].

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#he’s doing his best bonus:

No. 98

“But… You’re an angel… Angels can’t kill…” his eyes widened with pain.

“I was a demon once.” I whispered as I pushed the dagger deeper into his body.

Story Time!

Slightly long!

For context: In Austria right now so everything in this story was in German.

I was buying some flowers for a birthday present today. I wanted red and pink roses, ‘cause that’s nice, right? I think, “Okay, I’ll get five and five.” —Mind you, I’m ordering in German, so sometimes things get lost in translation or I mess something up.— And the guy says, “Ten?” I say, “Yes, please.” He is really nice and I say how this is for a nice old lady, and he says, “Well then the wrapping is free. And here is a nice extra flower for a nice young lady.” And gives me an extra flower. Things are going great! Then I realize that the bouquet is TWENTY flowers. As of now, I’m too shy to say that I only wanted ten so I just buy them and wish him a nice evening.

I continue on with my night, and head to the bus stop to go home. I sit down and there is a lady on her phone, let’s call her Clara ‘cause I don’t know her name. Clara is playing on her phone and so I don’t want to bother her by talking. Another lady sits down on the other side of Clara and looks at my bouquet interestedly and I say, “It was an accident, I bought too many.” Then l strike up conversation because I’m a talker. I offer them a flower because I think, “If I make a mistake, I can hopefully make some other people happy.” They politely decline, slightly confused that I just want to give them without wanting anything or having any specific motive except wanting to give (I told them that it makes me happy when I can make other people happy). I keep talking to Clara as we got on the bus and it was a really nice fifteen minute conversation. As she gets off the bus I insist she take a flower, and she does! Yay!

Now during this time, another older looking, dark haired lady was just smiling and slightly laughing while overhearing my conversation with Clara. I’m two stops away from where I get off and I move to pick up my back pack. The lady asks if she needs to push the button for me and I say, “No, I have the next one.” She smiles and I say thank you. I then ask if she wants a flower. She says, “But we don’t know each other! That would not make sense!” I say, “It doesn’t matter, this is just American sharing!” (Yes, I’m American. Please don’t hold it against me.) And she smiles and points at a flower. These flowers are wrapped together and tightly packed so I pull on the pink flower and it’s a few seconds away from my stop. the lady goes, “If it is too much of a problem, you don’t have to do it.” I say that it is no problem. I never take back what I offer. In the last few seconds the flower comes free and I hand it to the lady. She just beams at me and says thank you.

This made made my day and I hope it made this people’s as well. And yours, too!

I talked to a young man with white hair on a boat cabin in the middle of a stormy sea. He forgot everything about himself exept for the fact that his name rhymed with ‘Time’ so he started calling himself Time.

I offered him an orange in exchange for a meaningful chat. He took the slice and told me “Nothing’s set in stone, but they’re set in a dirt road. If you roll your wagon in the same path too much it’ll soon be the only path you can take without struggling.”