I'm thinking about this post and i have decided that it is one of those things that is a poem in some undefinable way

the world is running out of glassblowers and yet you want to become a fucking doctor

One of the most jarring moments of my university education was in a physics class when I was given a device that measures gravity and was told “this cost the university sixteen thousand dollars, but the only glass blower in the world who could make the glass springs inside it died so it’s literally irreplaceable. If you drop it those springs will shatter. Go fuck around with it for a day and take some measurements”

watching the bus slowly make its way towards my stop like a blushing groom watching the bride walk down the aisle on his wedding day

i feel like i just walked past jesus in a hot topic

“that’s sounds like a you problem” is literally one of the funniest ways to respond to criticism

earrings change your gender not like fully but they Change it

They're a flavour enhancer, like salt or soy sauce.

MSG (more substantial gender)

why does orchestral music ravage the soul so violently. that’s my question