Cpk.humans - Blog Posts
I wanna see more cultural punk outfits. I wanna see more punks adding their culture to their outfit. I think it would be a neat concept. Embracing your culture and who you are and saying that no one can take that away from you. Fuck racism and fuck anyone who thinks they can take away your culture. Put spikes on your hijab. Wear a black leather jacket with patches of African patterns on it. Punkify that Kilt. Embrace your culture and don’t let anyone take that away from you. Be punk and embrace who you are because you’re amazing.
having soot on your hands from tending to a fire 🤝 having dirt on your feet from walking in nature
brought to you by the makers of carrying a laundry basket on your hip
i learned about Tim Wong who successfully and singlehandedly repopulated the rare California Pipevine Swallowtail butterfly in San Francisco. In the past few years, he’s cultivated more than 200 pipevine plants (their only food source) and gives thousands of caterpillars to his local Botanical Garden (x)
You can tell when someone’s frame of reference for “normal people” is more “people at the church sponsored ice cream social” and less “people on the bus”
Always love how much folklore especially creature folklore emphasizes that there is a way for you to win. These are the steps to ensure the dead don't rise: take them out through a hole in the wall and give them iron shoes. Vampires cannot abide sunlight. If you hear a dog howl on a churchyard path turn around and get home as fast as you can. Iron and salt and the colour red. None of this doomed idea, the world is incomprehensible but if you're a bit clever you'll survive it just fine, there's always ways out.
"The best part of being fat is being soft and comfy to cuddle with" "The best part of being fat is knowing people like you for your personality and not your looks" Wrong. The best part of being fat is getting to swim in ice-cold water for FAR longer than my peers. My skinny friends can barely last 10 minutes in the pacific ocean without losing feeling in their fingers meanwhile i can be in there for HOURS. I was born to swim in glacial lakes and icemelt streams. Also I float.
Something no one tells you when you’re going through a tough time, is that even the smallest people will remember you. They’ll wonder why you haven’t bought food for your dog, where the pictures of your boyfriend went, or why their favourite cashier hasn’t been there for awhile. People notice you. People love you. Even if it’s for your jokes, even if it’s for your patience, even if it’s just seeing you around. People miss you. People love you. People care.
I’m grateful for everyone who is still here today, no matter how hard it is.
"Oh dear, you have a lot of… things." The cyborg looked up. "The word is prosthetics." "So much machinery. Don't you worry you will stop being human?" "Oh, there is a line I will not cross." "What line is that?" "I will not question another person's humanity."
I’m in an archaeology class this term and fuck, people really are just people no matter what.
I have an essay due tonight and I’m crying about the 3cm comb found in a small girls tomb, suggesting her parents buried her with a doll made of cloth or other material, leaving only the comb to be preserved. The girl found cradling another’s baby to protect it from the ash in Pompeii, the two pregnant women found alone in a house, the younger one being just 16 who was curled up in the other woman’s arms. I’m thinking about the 14 year old who was buried facing their ivory doll. These children who died, but who were not unloved.
There is so much love in these ancient burials and it makes my heart ache.
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Knut ♤ He/Him ♤ 2005
Profile picture is mine and header is creative commons
'White Americans don't have any culture, they're just [normal/boring/generic/empty]. 'Culture' is when you're quaint and exotic and have interesting ethnic foods and holidays." is such a grating bit of nonsense to have somehow become progressive commonsense in a lot of places.
almost started crying at work the other day because we were hooking motors up to a truss and i overheard one of my coworkers telling the story of the trojan war to his friend and i was so tired and my feet were so sore beneath me i started to imagine i was a sailor on a merchant vessel centuries ago overhearing that very conversation and i thought about how some stories are so human they outlast all of us and i almost couldn't stand it
Weird things I have done as an archaeologist
Washing cannonballs
Comparing human leg bones to my leg
Balancing knee caps to see if they’re left or right
Smashed my head on a drill handle while I tried to look cool dropping 3 meters of stainless steel down a hole
Trying to rescue mice out of the trench using a shovel and screaming how you’re trying to help
Glass still cuts skin, even after 500 years. And me being the dumbass I am to swipe my finger across to clean it
Getting distracted because you’re convinced these two pottery shards match in some place
Pushing my thumb into the decorative indentation a potter has made 300 years ago cuz I’m still a child
Trying to match shoe prints to one of your colleagues
Surely google knows the brand name on this 100 year old shoe shine can
the number of times i think about the full body viking skeleton i saw in the museum is ridiculous like when i say it haunts me i mean it actually haunts me
Someone: “People would never do anything without monetary gain”
Dungeon masters, Minecraft players, fanfic writers:
