The brain is just 8 lbs of meat that sits in complete darkness and plays a video game of what it thinks is the most realistic thing ever.

it’s 3lbs, not 8. also it’s not really meat, it’s mostly fat with some water and salt. You have a wad of soggy bacon inside your skull. And this blob of gross unprocessed jello somehow manages to run a complex biomechanical suit using less electricity than it takes to work a lightbulb. And people wonder why humans are so fucking weird and have odd experiences that aren’t actually real. I mean, if a bowl of tapioca pudding managed to hallucinate so vividly it invented calculus, it also going “dude, i heard a weird noise and i’m 100% sure it was the ghost of the neighbor’s cat which hasn’t actually died yet” would be just as expected as anything else.

Thanks, I hate it!

i can’t believe achilles has the word chill in his name this is the BEST example of false advertisement i’ve ever seen

in this essay i won’t

“i don’t care,” i say, caringly, as i care deeply

the amount of clothes on my floor is directly proportional to how depressed i am

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frozen grape dipped in chilled water

Forbidden dandelion