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today is the day i become problematic

Marie Curie's notebooks are crazy once you think about it. They're so radioactive they have to be sealed in a lead box. Imagine a world where atomic theory is forgotten and a dude just goes "yea there's a book that details the secrets of the universe, the machinations of the creation of existence down to its barest essentials, but if you get close to it you fucking die. The more you read it the more your body slowly disassembles into mush." like wat excuse me

rb for the last pic being the best demonstration by far

“This is why I draw in black and white” was all my sleepy, horrified boyfriend could say.

rolling snake eyes is a bad thing. being a snake in the grass is a bad thing. being cold-blooded is a bad thing. the english language is so fucking hostile for snakes why do you hate us so bad

NOT TO MENTION snake oil salesmen are famously sketchy. why do you hate our oils

really funny character concept i will definitely be using some day: oil salesman who is a snake. introduced as a snake oil salesman

he's a painfully honest and sincere oil salesman. he's not selling miracle cures he's telling you exactly what it is. and what it is, is oil. he's got olive oil coconut oil corn oil. every kind of oil you can think of

tumblr users love reading. you literally stopped for this post just because it has words in it

As a centuries-old vampire, you thought you'd grown detached from humanity, not caring about its ultimate fate. That is, until you learned that you had a single living descendant, a child whose parents had just died. Turns out you do care.

no, i dont lose hyperfixations. theyre just moved to a different, slightly less used, shelf in my brain.

And then one thing happens and they move back to the front shelf of my brain

sometimes I reach in just to take a little something, maybe to show someone, and then the whole shelf collapses on my head

it occurs to me that i am also the target audience