Abby Rashell

what does an everything bagel even have

it just seems like a bold claim

The Computer Room is such a weird concept nowadays but growing up in the 90s/00s we really had a whole ass room dedicated to our computer. Anthropologists 1000 years from now are gonna think we worshiped computers so much we had shrine rooms for them

we renamed it an office to try and pretend but we all know its a computer shrine still

Mammals both produce milk and have hair. Ergo, a coconut is a mammal.

I know you’re being facetious, but this is an actual issue with morphology-based phylogeny.

*leans over and whispers to person beside me* what are they talking about

*leans over and whispers back*  Human ability to quantify and categorize natural phenomena is sketchy at best and wildly misleading at worst

consider the coconut

this reminds me of that time Plato defined humans as “featherless bipeds” and Diogenes ran in with a plucked chicken screaming “BEHOLD A MAN!”

i love how you say “it reminds me of that time” like you were there.

listen if an immortal feels brave and supported enough to come out we should respect them

The idea that a mermaid would give up the entire whole oceans and eternal life for a human man is propaganda

Yo have you SEEN the terrifying shit the deep sea’s got??

u ever get a text from a man at 2 am?

but this also happens with us too…if you are a “1900’s kid” and someone says that they were born in the 2000’s its like….what do you mean that you are 15? You are five years old.

TRUE!!! like whenever someone says shit like “hello, i was born in the year 2000 and i’m 18 years old” it’s like nah you’re two. you’re two years old. you may only be about four years younger than me, but you are two.

listen we all know time stopped working properly in about 2007, and may have stopped moving at all somewhere between 2012-2014

It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.

when u scratch a cat’s chin and they lift their head up reblog if u agree

when u scratch a cat’s cheek and they lean their head into ur hand reblog if u agree

when u put your hand in front of your cat’s face and they gently headbut u reblog if u agree

when ur cat runs just a lil bit faster to get to u reblog if u agree

cats reblog if u agree

Ke$ha clearly states that “when I leave for the night I ain’t comin’ back” (Animal 2.4), and furthermore, that “Tonight, Imma fight/‘Til we see the sunlight” (2.13-14), implying that she will neither depart nor desist from celebration until the following solar recurrence; moreover, she asserts in the refrain that “…the party don’t stop, no” (2.16), sagely reassuring us that no spacetime-rending event will occur.

2003 will be my year

be open with your love and loud with your laughter. life is so much brighter when lived genuinely.