Me Emailing My Professor At 3 Am And Getting A Response Like 5 Minutes Later Very Much Gives

educate people & tell social stigma to fuck off with the help of technical language!

i’m having a depressive mood = “my brain isn’t correctly processing serotonin at the moment”

i can’t concentrate on a fucking thing bc adhd = “my brain is in full dopamine-seeking mode”

anxiety attack = “due to an unspecified perceived threat, my brain has elected to enter lockdown mode” 

everything’s just a mess right now = “my neurotransmitters are a mess right now”

I love this entire piece

why are birds so cursed

Reblog to make him lose another 200 billion, like to make him lose 1 billion

i have never felt as much devastation in my soul as when i realized that moving to the city would mean how little of the stars i could see at night

i go to the planetarium and it helps but its not the same

i need to lay on my back in the dirt and let the vastness of the universe above me overwhelm my senses

touching grass isn't enough some of y'all need to drive out to the countryside and look at the stars

If you are like me and got out of physically going to Christmas dinner for any reason (mine is i live across the country and work the day prior and the day after) but had to be in a (much too long) video call instead so you decided to drink away the frustrations said call cause:

Drink some water. Consume any bread you have in the house. You will thank yourself in the morning.

I once bought 11 boxes of girl scout cookies (thin mints and lemonades) and hid them in my room cause me and my mom both go feral for them.

I found the last box a few months ago and I bought them in 2015.

Living with my parents again is weird. I find myself doing things like quietly hoarding goats cheese

We are 👌🏽 this close!

Here is your mission.

You know that veggie tales clip where it's bob the tomato trying to pitch themes for a movie and larry just keeps saying “A western bob” but each time it get more menacing.

That's me and coworker C when she keeps trying to use coworker L’s deadname out of her earshot. Except she is 5’0 and I'm 5’9, I'm always in earshot, can look over her, and am not afraid to call her a dick, respect your elders, and workplace be damned.

Floor plan anyone? Anyone have a floor plan? Like the ones they show for houses/apartments?

moniquill found a castle and I HAD to share it with you. 450 Brickyard Rd Woodstock, CT on Zillow. Asks won't let me do a link but.

Oh I WANT it.

Now THAT is counter space.

Whatever is happening here delights me.

Would I die on these stairs? Yes! Would I enjoy it? Also yes.