i am a horse

BMI is so fucking horrifically evil I cant stand it. You can't get healthcare because of an arbitary number defined by fuck all. I hate it

if we made everything legal the crime rate would drop to zero. follow for more judicial lifehacks

Sometimes you try to write one research paper and your subjects inform you that you will be writing an entirely different one.

I was going to say I'm not sure that's "outwitting", I think this is more like "given them something new and FASCINATING to study".

I love my job, but reblogging employment jelly for someone else I love.

Sometimes having an OC is like "this character is an outlet for my insecurity and trauma" and sometimes it's like "this character is an outlet for my love of vampires :)". Sometimes it's both

Sometimes you think it's "this character is an outlet for my love and nothing more :)" and then you look it over later like "shit. product of the deepest depths of my soul again"

"Isn't it weird that [thing humans commonly eat] is poisonous to literally every domesticated animal" I mean, there's a pretty good chance that [thing humans commonly eat] is at least mildly poisonous to humans, too. One of our quirks as a species is that we think our food is bland if it doesn't have enough poison in it.

I've seen it pointed out a few times that the various toxins mentioned above did technically have the desired effect, given humans started cultivating the plants and thus protected them from predators/insects, and spreading their seeds far and wide. I just like the idea of evolution/DNA in the examples above being like a benevolent Monkey Paw for the plants.

idk who needs to hear this but it’s healthier for you to just accept that you’re gonna be kinda fat than it is to live the rest of your life miserably trying to monitor yourself to maintain a skinny weight your body doesn’t want to hold onto

just saw two 12 year olds walk by, one holding a watermelon bong and the other holding a camp stove. i fucking love seattle

smelling the most rank weed i have ever smelt rn. just some bad bad shit.

they walked by me. cast me suspicious looks. and then set up very obviously in some bushes. love that these middle schoolers think i’m not a narc

i can see them fucking taking rips this is killing me. should i go ask for a hit

asked about the camp stove and one of them said “i don’t even know i am so fucked up”

i was genuinely publicly fucking crying in this park before those kids showed up. now i’ll be fucking over the moon for the rest of the night. they’re like angels. little stoner engineer angels.

nothing could have prepared me for the watermelon bong NOT being a bong that was watermelon themed