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the human brain is so cool, if you're tired and stressed enough, your brain will go, "don't worry, I got you" and shadows will start moving
and what's the genital situation on the shadows
oh this is my post
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Imagine Grace, Rocky, Simon on Grace's ship. Grace is eating with Simon, who stares down at the leafy greens on his plate with wide eyes. "I have plenty, go ahead." But Simon refuses to eat them. Grace decides not to push. "So… where's home?" The man looks thoughtful. "I'm from…" He stills. His red eye seeks Grace, lit from within, as he suddenly speaks in a voice made of many. "WE ARE FROM THE NIGHT SIDES OF ALL WORLDS, WE-" Grace claps sharply, twice. "What did we say about not talking over others?" "RULES DO NOT APPL-" clap clap! "Simon was speaking. If you want to talk, you have to raise your hand." "BUT-" "Five." "WE-" "Four." The gaze turns angry. "YOU WILL R-" "Three." Slowly, Simon's hand rises from under the table. Grace shakes his head. "Simon first." Teeth gnash, the eye rolls, but Simon becomes himself again. "…Mars." Grace almost falls out of his chair. "You're a MARTIAN?!"
Spicy stuff has an unusually high ceiling, it seems like. Salty foods can only be as salty as salt. Even the sourest candy of all time poses basically no challenge to an adult palate. Spicy foods, though? They can be spicy enough to make you throw up and that’s not even approaching the spiciest food ever. A spicy food can kill you by being spicy
Sour absolutely has a high ceiling. It’s just caused by acidity, isn’t it? We could go all the way to “dangerously corrosive”, could we not?
One time, I ate so much sour candy in one sitting that my tongue started actually bleeding
I tasted hydrochloric acid in high school and it was so sour it left a visible burn on my tongue
you what now
you tasted fucking what now?
I don't recommend them cause health problems cause your brain and blood need carbs. But sweetness has a ridiculous ceiling with artificial sweeteners.
Pure capsaicin crystals can be dangerous. And they are the pure form
But if we are talking aboud dangerous sour, I'm going to point out this which is significantly stronger then even pure sulfuric acid.
there's art inside me trying to get out
It’s clawing at the bars of my brain
HEARTBREAKING: friends who i should be going to the movies and playing dnd and watching anime and cosplaying and going to the mall and having sleepovers and exploring the woods with live one hundred trillion miles away
so about that one "what now" poster by glitch-
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love drawing messy and adding no background.
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I maintain that Hey There Delilah by Plain White Tees is a 450% better song if it’s about a guy who’s lost custody of his daughter
Literally every lyric has so much more Energies if it’s sung to a child I’m gonna die on this hill. “Hey there, Delilah /Don’t you worry about the distance /I’m right there if you get lonely /Give this song another listen” and “Hey there, Delilah/ I know times are gettin’ hard /But just believe me, girl / Someday I’ll pay the bills with this guitar / We’ll have it good /We’ll have the life we knew we would / My word is good” like? He’s trying to get his daughter back? Idk if she’s with the other parent or in foster care or what but it’s So Much I have a lot of feelings about this. The repeated promises, “I’d walk to you if I had no other way” and “I’m right there when you get lonely” when, like, obviously, he’s not, and he’s just sort of desperately hoping that she still understands that he loves her, and that she doesn’t feel abandoned. And then, “Delilah, I can promise you /That by the time that we get through / The world will never ever be the same /And you’re to blame” that’s so fucking sweet? That’s such a sweet thing to say to your daughter. Romance is over. Noncustodial parental love songs are where it’s at.
This is what “death of the author” means. We know that’s not what the song was written about, but what if it was? What if we explored the lyrics as though the speaker was a heartbroken father missing his daughter? It changes EVERYTHING. And it’s so good.
Anyway, OP you are wonderful and I love you.
Have always thought that “Hey there Delilah / you be good, and don’t you miss me” is a little creepy and infantilizing if sung to a romantic partner.
But if it’s a father, and he’s saying goodbye to the daughter he never gets to see, and he’s trying so hard to put on a brave face for her, then “You be good, and don’t you miss me” is shattering.
call me a wish mouse the way she [remembers wish mice are creatures from a particularly gruesome dream my friend had several years ago and are not recognizable figures to anyone else] whatever
Bloodymary…
see ya
Making exercises more accessible to the disabled? Fuck yeah!
today there was a “flash mob” set up by the seniors because it was their second to last day so they blasted the macarena over the loud speaker and did the dance in the main lobby but our headmaster knew about it so it wasn’t even funny but whilst walking past the elevator i found out why they really did this so called “flash mob”
it was a distraction
they put chickens in the elevator
This was wild because I forgot your high schoolers are called seniors and I thought you were talking about old folks
“it was their second to last day”