good vibes are needed here

Zuko: There’s something off about her. I can’t explain it but she’s slipping. 

 Azula:

No Twitter interaction will ever top this

we need more concerning women in media. I want to be watching a TV show and to go "oh that woman has problems." I want to watch a woman constantly make the worst decisions in the world with no sign of stopping

let’s say that being hot as a form of empowerment for all women could even be a thing. let’s say it’s possible to look hot for yourself and not for men. where did your idea of hotness come from? why is it important to you to look hot? who decides what’s hot? why must you change something about yourself or cover something about yourself to get hot? what makes you not hot at your most unmanicured state? why? how did you know what to do to get hot? do the people around you view hotness in the same way?

ALSO people can accept theoretically that beauty standards are inherently racist and anti-semitic yet cannot then apply that to the idea that placing value in your looks is not going to be empowering for all women? you got a nose job “for you.” okay. so why? what about YOUR nose needed to be fixed? and where did that idea come from?

opening a tab to google something and immediately entering a state of tranquility and utter bliss as i forget every thought ive ever fucking had

“YOU DID THIS TO ME, YOU TOLD COACH SYLVESTER ABOUT MY SUMMER SURGERY.” “YOU HAVE A SURGERY WHEN YOU GET YOUR APPENDIX OUT. YOU. GOT. A BOOB JOB.” “YEP! SURE DID!” “YOU CAN’T HIT ME!” “SURE I CAN, UNLESS YOU GOT YOURSELF KNOCKED UP AGAIN, SLUT!” “stop the violence.”

New jobs are fun because you’re asking questions like ummmmm how do you open. A door

its actually very silly that if ur any type of art kid as a teenager everyone is like oh have u thought abt graphic design or advertising. yeah the little emo dude who fills sketchbooks with anime gore all day would be great at making customers buy product.

Omg Suzy you’re so crazy

when the clock is at :45 it’s like. oh i have a whole quarter of the hour left i have so much time this is great and then it hits :47 and you’re like it’s basically :50 which is basically the top of the hour and all my time is wasted forever and ever

me: this edible aint shit

10,000 years later: guys? ....guys? where am I?

I have an end-of-life patient to whom I spoke today. She burst out laughing and said, "It was all such fun. I just had so much fun." I wish this for everyone. I wish that we each would meet death laughing, with little regret and even less fear.

The “bats can do calculus” thing is funny, because if you play around with synths for a while, you realize a lot of what humans perceive as “natural” sounds are just us directly perceiving certain complex mathematical things as big gestalt gestures. Like recognizing a multiplied wave as sounding like a woodwind. Hearing individual notes within a chord is basically Fourier analysis. Feeling how naturally a note decays is perceiving how linear or exponential the curve is. The fact that a sine wave sounds smooth but a sawtooth wave sounds nasally, and a square wave has a certain hollow fuzz to it. Is someone doing “math” there? Once you get the flavor of what each of those qualities are like, listening to the world becomes like directly perceiving math. Also, listening to birds becomes very strange. Because you realize some goofy easy weird sound you can squelch out of an analog synth is the same thing a bird is doing. Then sometimes they make a sound you can’t make. What kind of math is that bird on? Makes you wonder.

sometimes depression is so scary because you stop being able to achieve any sense of fulfilment. a huge part of being human is looking forward to things and having treats, goals, rewards, outcomes that you strive towards. if you don’t have those things it can be really, really hard to find any sense of purpose. having depression is asking yourself what do i want to eat, what do i want to watch, what do i want to play, what do i want to listen to, what do i want to do, what am i looking forward to, what’s driving me to keep going, and having the answer be a resounding ‘nothing’

thr funniest part of therapy to me is when you first come in and you're exchanging niceties and they say "hello! how are you" and you say "im fine how are you :)" and then 30 seconds later they put on their therapist voice and say "so how are you doing?" and you go well lisa. believe it or not im doing Bad