Let’s face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.

— (via be-killed)

(Source: -sorry)

1st June, FridayReblog
hom0cunt:

If your eyes look like this you are instantly my boyfriend.
fuckyeahgaycouples:

I don’t know how long they’ve been dating, but its been practically forever. I went to high school went them and they are the cutest couple ever. They both just got a tumblr and you should go and welcome them here :)
Left: Chazmen Right: Shane

Aw they’re cute

So many shots. So much beer. And this apartment smells like weed. I want Shawn but he hates me today or something.

1st June, FridayReblog
fuckyeahtattoos:

Done at Körperkult, Bad Homburg, Germany.
Just because I love Robert Frost and his poems.