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i miss vhs tapes and cds i miss feeding my computers and tvs yummy treats. now theyre eating nothing. theyre being born without mouths
I never wanted to hide my friends I never wanted to have secrets but because I’m scared to lose another one and I scared to lose you I have to do these things I just don’t know what I’m doing anymore. I’m sorry I lie I’m sorry I don’t say things that should be said I’m sorry I’m not perfect.
I will always say that I’m doing well even in the end as I choke on my own words.
I feel I’m lost bound by chains to make myself stronger but I fear I have now lost myself in the devotion. I may never be able to be free of it but it’s my choice that got me here…
What sucks I miss talking I miss reaching out to you I miss so much and I only get older wishing I hadn’t done this or that… but if I go back to where I was who knows if I’ll ever be ok.. I’m at least ok now sometimes I’m great but at the least I’m ok
A hexagonal storm with a diameter of 25,000 km raging at the north pole of Saturn.
Space is always so fascinating!
Regression regression. Reiterate my stupid decisions. Fuck fuck fuck my mind is a wasteland of depression.
Story time:
In middle school biology, we did an experiment. We were given yams, which we would sprout in cups of water. We then had to make hypotheses about how the yams would grow, based on descriptions of yam plants in our books, and make notes of our observations as they grew.
Here’s what was supposed to happen: we were supposed to see that the actual growth of the plant did not resemble our hypotheses. We were then supposed to figure out that these were, in fact, sweet potatoes.
What actually happened was that every single student in every single class lied in their notes so that their observations perfectly matched their hypotheses. See, everyone assumed the mismatch meant they had done something wrong in the process of growing the plant or that they had misunderstood the dichotomous key or the plant identification terminology. And, thanks to the wonders of a public school education, everyone assumed the wrong results would get us a failing grade. We were trying to pass. We didn’t want to get bitched out by the teacher. Curiosity, learning, science - that had nothing to do with why we were sitting in that classroom. So we all lied.
The teacher was furious. She tried to fail every student, but the administration stepped in and told her she wasn’t allowed to because a 100% fail rate is recognized as a failure of the teacher, not the class. It wasn’t even her fault, really, though her being a notorious hard-ass didn’t help. It was a failure of the entire educational system.
So whenever I see crap like Elizabeth Holmes’s blood test scam or pharmaceutical trials which are unable to be replicated or industry-funded research that reaches wildly unscientific conclusions, I just remember those fucking sweet potatoes. I remember that curiosity dies when people are just trying to give their superiors the “right” answers, so they can get the grade, get the job, get the paycheck. It’s not about truth when it’s about paying rent. There’s no scientific integrity if you can’t control for human desperation.
There’s no scientific integrity if you can’t control for human desperation.
I personally prefer the version that doesn't have the artist's sig removed, and doesn't erase how most conspiracy theories are foundationally antisemitic:
this is how the movie went right
Kronk: By whom, though? I might be your classic "hunk" body type, but I'm not exactly a top. I have a couple exes I could call that might be his type. Do you want someone who would take him out for dinner first, or just...
Yzma: ... I WANT you to KILL him!
Thank you for telling me I’m the bad guy whenever I’m doing what you want whenever I express my opinions whenever I’m try to move past something emotionally and mentally whenever I’m silently tormenting myself when I cry without a sound not knowing how to formulate words or pain because it does not matter what I say or do I’m the bad guy who was just trying to love you. I’m sorry I am not enough. I’m sorry I triggered things of your past. I’m sorry I am not able to be exactly what you want need and crave. I’m sorry I didn’t give you explanation I’m sorry I explained myself I’m sorry that I’m apologizing. I don’t know what else to say…
I never tell you I hate you or that you make me feel like this because I know how it feels to be tortured by the cascading thoughts that follow. And I would never want this for anyone.
I hope when I move on into the next world I can float through space because there’s nothing more terrifyingly beautiful
Sometimes I feel like I’m just here in between my demons and the screams keeping them at bay. Trying to survive trying to keep you happy keep me happy this is so hard
A massive grouper (toilet on the left for scale)
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Amethyst stalactite 28 cm. Complete all around. Artigas, Uruguay. Inquire for details
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TREASURE PLANET (2002)