Anxiety

I bet if a mushroom could lap water out of your hand with a tongue that a gently drinking mushroom tongue on your hand would be the softest and gentlest thing.

jesus christ, i experienced brief but severe grief over not actually being able to experience this.

I think it would feel like a lizard tongue but I've never had a lizard drink out of my hand either, and thus the whole thing remains conceptually elusive.

This makes me indescribably overjoyed.

[ID : Two photos of a species of lichen growing on a rotting wooden post. The pale ruddy wood is mostly mottled with black. Clumps of shaggy kelly green moss grow over that, forming a crust-like layer over most of the top of the post, and trickling down one side a little. Squat stalks of the mossy lichen rise in a dense cluster. At the tops of the stalks, bright red, shallow caps bloom. The red pops vividly in contrast to the black of the post and the kelly to sage greens of the rest of the lichen. /end ID]

Just told my dad about how in high school they would tell us to run the mile without teaching us how beforehand and he was appalled

Honorary mention: the fucking pledge of allegiance.

what... what the fuck is this country? are these for real, like the norm there?

completely random, afaik? i think they had set days but they came by a LOT, at least at my school. i don’t think they ever bothered me because i didn’t eat where people could see me but they did talk to students during our lunches

Unless you were a tech at NASA back in the day, when one time some hydrogen a) escaped in a particular building, and b) caught on fire. This was extremely difficult because hydrogen does NOT burn on the visible spectrum humans evolved to see (and flee). Rather, it technically does, but it’s so pale that in practice, no one could see it. Additionally, pure hydrogen burns without smoke and with so little ambient heat that you can’t really sense it till you walk into it. So, per the lore, for a few days all the techs in that building just walked around brandishing brooms in front of them like lances. If your broom lit on fire, congrats! You have located more burning hydrogen! Do not proceed!

omg this is PERFECT

(laughter)

*sweats* No, of course I didn’t name an entire nation after the Carex genus of sedges, why would you ask that?

This is Papa, one of the most popular stray cats living in the Palace Museum in Beijing, China.

"never trust how you feel abt ur life after 9pm" is a spring & summer & fall rule. for winter it's never trust how u feel abt ur life after 4pm