“scientists don’t want you know” is a phrase that always cracks me up because if you actually meet a scientist they will be shaking and crying like an overstimulated chihuahua with the need to let you know

seething about the fact that i will never experience photosynthesis in my own useless cells. i bet it feels so good when the light of the sun both warms you and fuels you at the same time. a bone-deep satisfaction mixed with a heated sugar-rush and endless brightness. not that i would fucking know

God, the platonic tension is crazy. They wanna be friends so bad.

they just added sparkledogs to the kennel club registry

I fail a lot on the short-term/micro scale but very rarely at the longer-term/macro scale and I think that's probably preferable to having it the other way around. Even if it's very frustrating all the time.