Sometimes I Forget How Many Times I’ve Picked Myself Off The Floor, How Many Times I’ve Washed Away

cutting your hair extremely short is a very fine line between cool and bald potato

every single instance of this post i can find cached on google leads to a deleted post for some insane reason so im gonna just repost the screenshot because ive been thinking about it for days

being aromantic is like. hey btw you're going to live a life that is the culmination of most of society's worst nightmares. sorry lol ✌️ but then you turn around and take a really good hard look at it and it turns out that living in that nightmare is fucking awesome and you get to wake up every day and take that fear that other people have and laugh and hold it close until it's a great joy for you instead. and being happy is a radical act that you define instead of someone else. and you're sexy as fuck that's just a fact of life i don't make the rules on that one

seeing this made me feel like i just got a letter informing me of my own death

random shit i've heard people say in college

"do you think i can slap myself with my foot?"

(in the middle of class) *the sharpest inhale ever* "BANANA BOND!!!"

"i think my brain is on a creative high rn"

"for years, i thought my cat was male. turns out she was female. i found out when she gave birth to kittens."

"WRITE THAT DOWN WRITE THAT DOWN"

"gandalf's "YOU SHALL NOT PASS" but its the cfal teachers saying it."

"how many pedos are on the pedophilia audio?" "pedo pedo pedo pedo pedophilia" "..." "did you not count?" "nO?"

"this pen. its very blue."

"this is why YKB's retiring."

"implicit orgasms are superior to explicit orgasms."

did you know they say calculus is the language of God. did you know they tried to hold math up to infinity like a candle to the void. did you know statisticians plunged into the vastness of random chance and picked out patterns and equations and eight hundred ways to tell you how big your inevitable errors are and how far off those guesses at errors might be. math haters I can't sit with you anymore. human innovation is cradled in these ancient, methodical, desperate attempts at understanding what we are not designed to understand

rule #1 of patricide is to have fun and be yourself

the indian experience

*making pancakes*

*adds sugar and vanilla essence*

ancestor: NO! you foolish girl! WHY did you put the sugar in the dosa!! you made it SWEET! QUICK ADD SOME CHILLI POWDER AND CURRY LEAVES MAYBE WE CAN STILL SALVAGE THAT DOSA!

*mutters* sweet dosa it seems

One real benefit of reading I rarely hear anybody mention is how much more interesting life becomes when you read a lot. It depends what you’re reading, of course, but most (good) books will teach you something you didn’t already know, and even if you have to give the book back to the library, you get to take that much with you. A lot of people talk about things they wish they’d studied in school–I’ve done it, too–but it’s a nice consolation prize that you can always pick up a book and learn something new. And as that library in your brain collects more volumes, everything around you gains new resonances, new context, and new connections which make your lived experience richer. In quarantine alone I’ve read about religion and politics and history and evolution and computer science and astrophysics without even leaving my house and it’s already a more interesting world. 

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE