whn someone asks what i want to do with my loife im like..Yah i wanna ride the metro in the winter….be aparty girl.uhhhh take a dance class and wear leg warmers Umm..have a little baby……Sit on the prairie by my river and close my eyes..thanks so much
sometimes i just get obsessed with how lonely humans are, as a species. we see faces everywhere. we have stories about beings living in the things of our world that go back as long as we’ve been telling stories. we’ve been sending our songs and dances up to the sky for millennia, and when we figured out there was something beyond our sky, we started sending songs out there too. we tell each other about fairies and bigfoots and worlds lying under the skin of our own. we name robots and look for personality in code. we tamed dogs to have friends to hang out with and we dream about aliens. we see life everywhere. what is it, exactly, that we’re trying to replace? what left us alone in the first place?
I love this scientist man who has probably been, on many occasions, a victim of physics
Reblog if you have been a victim of physics
might fuck around and read a 500 page physical published book in one sitting like it’s 2006 and I’m being bullied in middle school so I take refuge in the library and inhale books at a frightening speed that I have not been able to replicate since
Damn op you didn't need to just kill everyone who grew up with undiagnosed ADHD like that.
honestly some of y’all want a significant other so badly and can’t understand why you can’t find one, but have no sense of boundaries or healthy expectations of what a relationship is like. in a committed long-term partnership you get left on read, you wait for texts back, and you can forget about each other when you’re busy. sometimes you fall asleep without saying goodnight and sometimes you’re too caught up to text each other before 6pm. that’s how it is. thinking that you can’t be deeply, beautifully in love and still wait more than “1.75 hours” for a text back is such an unhealthy and unreasonable expectation of what love is, and you shouldn’t be in a relationship if you can’t allow the other person to exist on their own apart from you. if you’re projecting your anxieties and insecurities onto a partner who doesn’t even exist yet, then you aren’t ready for one.
it’s hard to remember that u have no obligation in life other than to be kind and give love. like. you were not put on this earth to work a part time job or get a degree or have a fancy career. you were put on this earth to smile and make other people smile, to spread happiness. your reason for living doesn’t have to go any deeper than ‘living’. just breathe. make friends with a plant. drink your water. i fucking love you.
Enjoying Tummy Rubs
so who...
who tryna be friends
🥺
👉🏼👈🏼
Im sorry but when people do the 👉👈 thing it makes me die bc in american sign language putting your fingers together like that means gay sex
Im sorry
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yeah who tryna be friends 👉👈
Yall remember when McDonald’s tried this?
This was my shit
yAlljzshsnf I VAGUELY REMEMBER THAT “YOU GOT A TEN PIECE PLEASE DONT BE STINGY”LINE😭😭😭
Astronaut readjusts to life back on Earth
> Don’t give him a baby for a while.
HE GRABS THE CUP BUT THEN HE DROPS THE PEN 0.0003 SECONDS LATER
AND HE LOOKS UP AT THE CEILING INSTEAD OF AT THE GROUND WHEN HE CAN’T FIND THEM
I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING HE JUST DROPS IT
IT’S NOT FUNNY IT’S VERY LOGICAL THAT HE WOULD HAVE ADJUSTED TO LIVING LIFE WHILE HE WAS IN SPACE BECAUSE IT’S DIFFERENT FROM EARTH BUT I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE
*THUNK*
i love it so much every time i see it
“ugh stupid gravity”
IM FUXKING CSHAKING
I haven’t seen this post on my dash in *years* bless this
Bless, this is absolutely amazing
I love this. It’s so gestural and he’s so exasperated about gravity.
Yesterday i lost my glasses. And decided to document my frustration until……… I really wish this was planned, but i gotta admit, I took a big L.
“[defeated tone] So… I have…. lost my glasses. And I’m afraid to leave my bed because I can’t see… and I fear I might step on my glasses. So I’m sitting here with my bee pillow pet… and I don’t know what to do.
I need to get up. I wanna get food. I gotta exfoliate and moisturize, cause my skin looking atrocious right now.
What if… [deep breath] What if I die here, y’all? Would anyone even miss me?Like, really?
I want Enrique Iglesias to come save me. Like, the ceiling opens up and like, he comes down from like, a heavenly cloud with my glasses, and he’s singing. [imitating Enrique Iglesias] ‘Would you dance? If I asked you to dance? I will be your hero baby!’ And I just take my glasses and I’m like ‘Thanks yo! Put a shirt on homie!’
But life, life don’t work… life… [prolonged silence]
[camera zooms in on glasses]
[long silence; light chuckle] Enrique…”
This should win an Oscar
in college a teacher explained that criticizing gentrification wasn’t about shaming or blaming the white people that were most likely living in the only apartments they could afford - it was about asking why their living there was inherently valuable. it’s not really about who - it’s about why. why white lives are literally valued more. why is the presence of white people a gentrifying force? what is it about whiteness that elicits immediate value?
And if you look up the stages of gentrification, it usually goes like "artists and teachers and etc move into this neighborhood because its what they can afford" and THEN "developers notice these people and try to capitalize on them."
When you thought it would be easy peasy lemon squeezy but it turns out to be difficult difficult lemon difficult.