(Her/she)💙Maker of cartoony pics+cuddly toys. animal lover. p'/nuna. sustained by the happy chaos of my international male people, music, and dizzy goldfish.
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| 1 year on Twitter |
A year of hard work researching, tweeting, posting and reacting to #ThaiBL casting & drama/movie news.
24 series, 30 new faces and 230 articles. In few days, drama series will be 30 and 20 more new faces.
All is good!
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@porsuppakarn I'm a long time (international)pee fan of Domundi, and you and TeeTee have become some of my favorites. I don't want to sound like I'm just babbling, so I'm sending you this cute penguin. 😅 I miss Duang With You, and the cast, and can't wait for what you do next!
@LiirBL They have some nerve to say ish like that to Khun Jojo. Who the *** do they think they are? 😡 That individual needs to get off-line.
These ai/ee hias are way too bold saying this stuff to people online.
Happy Pride Month. I wear my rainbow bracelet (with a unicorn charm-because everyone is unique-) for the people that are not ready to come out, or are afraid to come out. I wear it the whole year, not just in June. Everyone's feelings are valid. Take your time, and be safe. 💖
HAPPY PRIDE MONTH 2026 🏳️🌈🌈
If I compared Pride Month to a sweet treat, for Phi it would probably be a “bag of assorted candies”. It has sweet, sour, and sometimes bitter candies that make you squeeze your eyes shut.
It’s no different from the stories of so many people in this world... it doesn’t only have sweetness or cheerfulness. Some people have been overlooked. Some people have been judged. Many people had to fight to become the person they are today…
The story of that struggle throughout the period of time that has passed till today. One day, it’s like a candy slowly dissolving in your mouth. The bitterness of the past hasn’t gone anywhere. And honestly, it should never have been a bitterness anyone had to face. To prove they were worthy of experiencing sweetness even a little. No matter what unpleasant experiences everyone may have gone through in the past, or how bitter those experiences were to the point that they had to shed tears. Today… Phi would like to honour the courage and determination of those who refused to lose their identity. Everyone all deserves to receive respect, be seen and recognised. And everyone deserves to always be themselves. 🤲🏻🫂
May this month be a big bag of candy. Filled with color, happiness, and respect for diversity. Let’s come together to celebrate every act of courage, every step that has taken us so far and everyone who continues standing firm as themselves.
Because in the end… no matter what flavor a candy may be, but every piece of candy has its own place. In the same bag always na kub! 🍬✨
#HappyPrideMonth #PrideMonth
🍼₊˚⊹ ᰔ #OhAe #โอ๋เอ๋
After wildfires leave forests bare, an unexpected team steps in border collies with a mission Wearing specially designed backpacks filled with native seeds, they run across the land, scattering new life with every step. Fast, agile, and tireless, these dogs are helping forests grow again one stride at a time.
Question for moots that watched I'm the Most Beautiful Count, and also saw the webtoon?
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The modern day Worradej stayed in the past...but where did the original go? Was he a ghost, and actually died?
In Japan, the blind walk alone. Without fear.
You've seen what guides them. You just never knew.
Those yellow bumpy tiles. Every crosswalk, every train platform, every airport in your country.
You've walked over them ten thousand times.
A Japanese man named Seiichi Miyake invented them in 1965.
Not for a company.
Not for money.
For one friend.
One friend who was going blind.
Seiichi watched his friend's world go dark. And he couldn't accept it.
So he spent his own savings to build something that didn't exist yet. Tiles you read with your feet.
Raised dots mean stop. Danger ahead.
Raised bars mean go. Keep walking.
In 1967, the first ones were laid outside a school for the blind in a small Japanese city.
Then the train stations.
Then all of Japan.
Then the world.
Today they're in your country. Required by law. Under your feet right now.
Seiichi died in 1982. He never got rich. He never got famous.
He just wanted his friend to cross the street without fear.
Look down tomorrow. Those yellow tiles aren't decoration.
They're one man's love for one friend.
And they never stopped walking the blind home.
All over the world.
To this day.
@mnjk_97_@poon_mit12 The funny thing is that I like black licorice (jelly beans, and allsorts)...but I don't like things made with licorice, like tea. And the salty licorice has never been for me. I might try the ice cream, just for the heck of it. Thanks for your reply!
When you push your hands into soil, your brain receives a chemical signal it has been primed for across hundreds of thousands of years of human evolution. Not a metaphor. A bacterium. 🌱
Mycobacterium vaccae is a naturally occurring soil microorganism found in garden soil, forest floors, and woodland worldwide. Research published by scientists at the University of Bristol found that it activates specific serotonin-producing neurons in the brainstem via the vagus nerve and immune pathways — the same neurons that modern antidepressant medications target indirectly.
Separate Dutch research measured salivary cortisol in gardeners and readers following a stressful task. The reduction in cortisol was measurably greater in those who had spent time gardening. Thirty minutes of hands-in-soil contact produced a neurochemical response that reading — itself well-evidenced as beneficial — did not replicate to the same degree.
The cycle is layered: M. vaccae contact is associated with serotonin stimulation. Harvest — even a modest one — is linked to dopamine release. Natural light amplifies both. The garden is not a hobby. It is, in the most literal sense, a biochemical environment that our nervous systems spent millennia being shaped by.
Our ancestors spent several hours a day with their hands in the ground. The research is still developing, and correlation does not establish cause. But the mechanism is not metaphorical — it is microbial. 🌿
Your hands may need soil more than they need a screen.
#GardenTherapy #SoilScience #GardenWellbeing #AllotmentLife
There’s a generation a lot of people forget exists. We were born at the tail end of the Boomers, but we are not culturally the same as people born in the 40s and early 50s. We are Generation Jones.
And honestly, it explains a lot.
We grew up in a world that still felt fundamentally analog, but we were young enough to be dragged headfirst into the digital revolution. We are the bridge generation between rotary phones and smartphones, between slide rules and AI, between Walter Cronkite and algorithm driven media.
We remember when there were only a few television channels and the entire country watched the same thing at the same time. We also adapted to the internet, email, forums, social media, streaming and now artificial intelligence. We lived before and after the technological singularity hit everyday life.
That is not a small thing.
People born in the 40s came of age in a post World War II America that was still industrial, deeply hierarchical and institutionally stable. Their formative years were shaped by the Cold War, Vietnam, the civil rights era and a society where information moved slowly.
Generation Jones came later. We inherited the aftermath of all of that.
We were the kids who watched Watergate destroy blind trust in government. We watched manufacturing begin to collapse. We saw divorce rates explode. We were the first truly latchkey generation in massive numbers. We learned independence early because many of us had to.
We grew up with one foot in old America and one foot in whatever this new thing was becoming.
We played outside until the streetlights came on but we also learned DOS commands. We learned cursive and keyboarding. We had card catalogs and Google searches. We went from vinyl records to cassette tapes to CDs to MP3s to streaming in one lifetime.
We remember maps. We remember memorizing phone numbers. We remember life before GPS and before every human interaction became filtered through a screen.
And because of that, I think Generation Jones developed a very unique perspective. We are adaptable because we had no choice but to adapt. We learned technology as adults instead of being born into it. We remember a slower world but were forced to survive in a rapidly accelerating one.
That creates a very different mindset than either older Boomers or younger Gen X and Millennials.
A lot of us also reject the caricature people now associate with “Boomers.” We were not buying houses for the cost of a sandwich in 1965. The interest rate on my first house was over 14% and that was after buying down a point. Many of us got hit by recessions, outsourcing, pension collapses and economic instability just like younger generations did. We watched promises evaporate in real time.
We understand older generations because we were raised by them. We understand younger generations because we had to evolve alongside them.
That’s why the Jones generation often feels culturally homeless. We are rarely discussed, rarely defined and usually lumped into categories that don’t actually fit us.
But we exist.
We are the human transition point between the industrial age and the digital age.
And frankly, there will probably never be another generation quite like us again.
Most butterfly gardens are missing the most important thing.
They have plenty of nectar flowers, but almost no host plants, the specific native plants that caterpillars actually eat.
Without caterpillars, you won't see many butterflies next year.
Planting nectar is great, but planting host plants (oaks, cherries, willows, milkweed, asters, etc.) is what makes next year's butterflies.
Flowers feed the adults. Host plants feed the next generation.