alternatively, “a worm turning in his grave” could indicate the existential futility of a pursuit because worms live underground, and so they already spend their lives in the place where they will die. e.g “I hate my nine-to-five, I just feel like a worm turning in his grave.”
Remembered the phrase "[someone] is turning in his grave", as a way of saying that someone who's now dead would so deeply disapprove of something that a living person is doing that their corpse would stir in unease.
Then I remembered an expression, "even a worm will turn", as a way of saying that no matter how downtrodden or lowly someone seems, they can nonetheless turn against their abusers and oppressors once they've had enough of it.
Then cross-contamination happened and the phrase "a worm is turning in his grave" emerged to me. I have no idea what that means.
fuck you *lintifies your sweaters*
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Archaeologists Unearth a Nearly 2,000-Year-Old Cat Geoglyph Lounging on a Peruvian Hillside
Bitches love reblogging this post every Tuesday the 18th
frustratingly clever
"Average person discovers infinitely many infinities per year" factoid is actually just a statistical error. The average person discovers 0 infinities per year. Cantor Georg, who introduced the diagonal argument and discovered infinitely many infinities in 1891 alone, is an outlier and cannot be counted.
I actually meant like, a mast. mast-ectomy, cause every part of the ship gets removed at some point. maybe if it was a ship with one of those women sculptures at the front?
at some point Theseus’ ship had to get a mastectomy
not the twitter migrants putting "reblog heavy" in their bios on here... like yeah. that's what we do here
genuinely wild to me when I go to someone's house and we watch TV or listen to music or something and there are ads. I haven't seen an ad in my home since 2005. what do you mean you haven't set up multiple layers of digital infrastructure to banish corporate messaging to oblivion before it manifests? listen, this is important. this is the 21st century version of carving sigils on the wall to deny entry to demons or wearing bells to ward off the Unseelie. come on give me your router admin password and I'll show you how to cast a protective spell of Get Thee Tae Fuck, Capital