A common theme in science fiction is that if you're in space, don't trust a corporation. And Earth is in space

if you are a parent, or may become one, or you are otherwise likely to arrive in the situation of caring for a child while they eat, promise me this: if a child doesn't like a certain food or food group, you will ask them WHY. and specifically, you will pay attention to either confirming or ruling out "it makes my mouth itch" or "it makes my stomach hurt," both of which are medically important info that children may not provide unprompted. which i know because this PSA has been brought to you by "i spent my entire childhood and much of my early teens eating peas and lentils while wondering why everyone else liked the Violently Itchy Mouth Sensation so much, like were they a bunch of legume masochists or something, before i finally realized that Violently Itchy Mouth Sensation was in fact a sinister demon appearing only to me, and her true demonic name was: Legume Allergy"

i have this unrealistic fantasy in my head where if you calmly and logically explain something to someone perfectly they will understand your position and gain knowledge from the exchange. unfortunately in the real world this does not happen often

check this out i'm playing bad apple in your imagination

reblog to play bad apple on your mutuals

i did this for like 5 minutes . Consecutively. I’m easily entertained

The most sexual thing on this earth is the free online tool

[ID: a picture of a menue in which the first item reads "Hunters chicken burger \n chicken breast, barbecue sauce, bacon, cheese, chips. 17.95" and the second item reads "aromantic garden burger \n pea, spinach and potato burger, burger garnish, vegan mayonnaise, chips. 16.95. End ID]