second place is just the first place loser

*holds it together on the streets, has an existential crisis in the sheets*

i always laugh whenever we have to centrifuge bacteria because imagine you’re just chilling in some broth with your buds and then someone comes along and puts you in a tube and spins you at fucking 14,000 rpm

The dedication, the research the art.

what a time to be alive

i love how it takes .08 seconds for me to determine whether or not a fic is good. like with regular literature sometimes you’ve gotta dig into it to figure out if you really wanna read this thing but when u got ao3 open at 3 am u just know. u just gotta read 3 lines and u know

millennial dreams: to have enough money for a 1 bedroom apartment, bills, and groceries.