I’m actually obsessed with being normal right now.
hate when folk call the Sun “our nearest star” no you dweebs that’s OUR STAR! After everything she's done for you and you want to compare her to some lightyears away ass nobody called some shit like Guncho 785B? We're not spinning eternally around any old ball, we’re three deep in the window on board the Sol Train and she did NOT provide the catering, the itinerary and all the fuel to share credit with some two-bit Proxima Centauri hack. point to these nuts in a constellation while you're at it. i love the sun
can you tell the days are getting longer again
[gripping the edge of the sink with trembling hands, eyes bloodshot] i do not need to be good at the things i love to do them
i dont believe in sex. You guys are making that shit up
Westminster Cathedral. London, UK.
I hate it when I talk wistfully about the ancient world and then people are like “you wouldn’t survive back then” yeah obviously I would die immediately but do you think achilles would be able to survive in the modern world if he had to send one polite email? no
Mareridt / Nightmare (Detail), 1846 - Ditlev Blunck
defend my thesis? like with a sword?
Girlies and non girlies of the jury,
planetariums art museums aquariums science museums my beloved
Truly the healing powers of sitting in front of an open window at the beginning of spring
best part of the internet is the option to not engage. maybe i don’t want to have this convo. goodbye
Some of you are so fucking pretentious. Not me tho when i take things too seriously it’s the right way
Is anyone else scared
anyone else plagued by concepts and scenarios