I remember first learning that you can cry from any emotion, that emotions are chemical levels in your brain and your body is constantly trying to maintain equilibrium. so if one emotion sky rockets, that chemical becomes flagged and signals the tear duct to open as an exit to release that emotion packaged neatly within a tear. Everything made sense after learning that. That sudden stability of your emotions after crying. How crying is often accompanied by the inability to feel any other emotion in that precise moment. And it is especially beautiful knowing that it is even possible to experience so much beauty or love or happiness that your body literally can’t hold on to all of it. So what I’ve learned is that crying signifies that you are feeling as much as humanely possible and that is living to the fullest extent. So keep feeling and cry often and as much as needed

SHIT WHAT

Also let yourself cry. It really is a biochemical release valve to dump out all the chemicals that make you feel stuff.

I honestly think one reason men in western culture have so many problems is that we don’t let them cry, and literally their brains get stuffed with all this crap that doesn’t have a release valve. Men, please cry. You’ll feel better. It’s ok. You are not lesser for taking care of your health.

This is why tears from different emotions look different under an electron microscope. They’re literally made up of different things. 

Happy tears are structurally different than sad tears than angry tears than overwhelmed tears etc.

I looked it up, cuz that tidbit was dope to me and..

Never would have known

I have one of these!

This is precious and exactly what we all need.

are you a crop top gay or an oversized t shirt gay

So, I drove up to a stop sign, and there were a bunch of farm animals fenced in by the road. I saw a goat staring at me and decided to record a video, but I forgot my CD was still playing.

It turned out to be a beautiful thing. XD

i just don’t get foreign films.

why are there bruises on my knees

i snuck into your house while you were sleeping and used one of those doctor reflex tester hammers to beat the shit out of your knees specifically

mmm the most Unrealistic part of spiderman: homecoming was peter parker having his phone’s volume up so high like uhhhh hate to break it to you marvel but no one under the age of 25 has had their phone on anything other than vibrate/silent since 2010

I actually have no idea what my ringtone is because my phone has never been off vibrate no lie

my favorite thing i’ve learned in college is that way back in ancient china there was this poet/philosopher guy who wrote this whole pretentious poem about how enlightened he was that was like “the eight winds cannot move me” blahblahblah and he was really proud of it so he sent it to his friend who lived across the lake and then his friend sends it back and just writes “FART” (or the ancient Chinese equivalent) on it and he was SO MAD he travels across the lake to chew his friend out and when he gets there his friend says “wow. the eight winds cannot move you, but one fart sends you across the lake”

i googled this bc i desperately wanted this to be real, and guess what…it is.

the dude’s name was su dongpo (also known as su shi). his original poem went like this:

稽首天中天，

毫光照大千，

八風吹不動，

端坐紫金蓮

(Humbly bowed my head below all skies Minutest lights shine through my deepest bounds Immovable by strong winds from eight sides Upon purplish gold lotus I seated straightly by the low mound) (x)

on which his friend wrote “放屁” (fart, literally), and you know the rest.

(here’s a chinese source for the skeptics)

can you imagine having your brutal murder described in detail to future generations

this is my new favourite story from history

me: *lowkey wishes people take more photos of me in a poetic way*

also me: *smacks anyone pointing a camera in my direction*

someone: asks me to do something I even vaguely don’t want to do during pride month

me:

that feeling

I can hear this post.

I can feel this post

The energy in this post

crunchy

You love observing the galaxy and have always had a special interest in planet K-95z. You often spend your nights looking through your telescope, fantasizing about life there and painting what you see. You just saved up enough money to buy the newest Tesla Spaceship Convertible 2300 and decide to travel to the planet. Upon arrival you see a statue that looks remarkably like you, with the inscription ‘the human who loves us from beyond the stars’.

You’re surprised, to say the least. You try to find locals so that they can explain to you the reason why there is a statue of someone who looks like you. One of them says that there is a team of astronomers of the planet who look at what happens on other planets. One night, the astronomer in charge of studying Earth pointed their telescope at your country and zoomed to farest they could. They saw you, in your room, staring back, then drawing the beautiful landscapes of their country. Of course, they explain, telescopes on Earth aren’t powerful nor precise enough yet for you to do the same and see planet K-95z inhabitants’ in detail, but here they have that kind of technology. The alien astronomer took pictures with their telescope. You learn that not only there is a statue in your honor, but there is an art exhibit of pictures of your paintings, and you’re right in time for the opening.

You are nervous, at best, terrified, at worst. You”re standing in the crowd, near the aliens art critics and art lovers who came to the gallery. A giant picture of that landscape you painted last year is the masterpiece of the showcase. “We have the honor and the luck to have with us tonight, the one and only human artist who painted this work” says the curator. “And now, a few words from the artist themselves, if you may join me.” People look at you, astonished. If you would have known, you would have put on better clothes on you before leaving Earth in your spaceship. “Thank you.” you say. “I remember staring at the satrs when I was a child, and then I discovered the planets through my telescope. And of all the planets, K-95z was the most beautiful to me. So beautiful that I enjoyed painting the landscapes, the planet from afar, the things I imagined were on it.”

The crowd claps enthusiastically. You feel gifted. After the opening, you ask the curator “How come the timing was so perfect ?” “We saw you coming in your spaceship, we knew you would land today. Our people like you. We don’t understand why you like our planet so much, but we appreciate it. There were also some other foreigners in the crowd. They asked if you could paint their planet too, I have invitations for you. They want you to come over to their planet for artist’s residencies.” The curator hands you a few letters. You can’t read all the languages, but someone kindly translated them.

You stay for two more days more interesting than ever, and come back to your spaceship full of new images to paint in mind. You never thought you would become an intergalactic painter, but it seems that your next destination is planet P-673b for the next week. A patron is interested in your terrestrial technique and would like to buy you a piece of work representing their land.

Before leaving, the curator who insisted on walking you to your Convertible 2300. They said right before you leave “It is nice that you see the beauty that lies away, but don’t forget the beauty of your own planet. We see that Earth is sick. Please try to save it while you can. We would miss both your friendship and the beauty of your homeworld.”

You leave the planet K-95z, meditating about it. But for now, you’re traveling through the stars. Your dreams, your life and your journey are just getting started.

Thank you so much for doing this prompt @eclecticstudentwriter. I love it! ❤

adults, while forcing all children above the age of 5 to sit still, be silent, and obey orders for 7-8 hours a day with minimal breaks, reducing their exposure to fresh air and sunlight to almost nothing, forcing them to alter their natural sleeping patterns to increase productivity, and repeatedly telling them their self worth depends on their being able to follow these instructions perfectly for 13 or more years: kids these days are so lazy! they never go outside! they never want to do anything! clearly it’s not because of us!

today i heard a girl say “it hot as the devils pussy out here” and since then i havent been the same

This is a documentary about me