I will slip through the space between your cells and enter your body and I won’t be identified as a threat because I’m making out with your white blood cells (I call them babygirl) then when you least expect it I crawl into your brain and then I freak it
I made this post about myself but I accidentally perfectly described how the rabies virus works
I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.
Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.
The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.
I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.
live music is the real deal uh. the room becoming one voice and then one body. the air becoming one vibrating wave. I know the words and you know the words and the guy on stage knows the words. I love you live music I love you hot synth players I love you every person I’ve bumped into while dancing. how do people in bands not just, make out on stage all the time. this is it baby!!!
you know what. seeing movies in theaters is also the real deal. packed rooms with everyone razor-sharp focused on the screen and my friends sharing popcorn. late night screenings I go to alone on a whim with 7 people in the room sharing the space and the screen and the way the sound vibrates. I’m in the zone you’re in the zone we’re all in the zone. someone in this movie is tearing their own heart out and we’re all seeing this. I’m seeing this. are you seeing this? I’m not asking but I know you’re seeing this. the colors the music the eternal art of storytelling and it’s all for us baby!!
Did you guys know that the most recent version of sharks have fins that are kinda leg like and they like to walk up onto land?
no way i must have missed an update!
The Epaulette shark is only about 9 million years old as a species, making it the most recent branch in the shark family. And it is slowly but surely evolving into a land animal
do you think they know how much they contributed to online literacy? to the spirit of curiousity? to the idea of doing research yourself instead of always having it laid out in front of you?
now this may surprise some of the audience, but the majority of humans have to survive a phase called “being a teenager” and the results are often catastrophic
Some great advice I got from a therapist when we were discussing guilt over past actions and behaviors (some paraphrased, some written down during session):
“You only ever realize you did something less than ideal once you’ve grown past it. So if you find yourself thinking, ‘Wow, I was a terrible person,’ or ‘Oh man, I did this rude awful thing,’ try reframing it as: ‘Wow, I’ve grown into a much better person now,’ or ‘Oh man, I am a much kinder and more understanding person who knows not do something like that again.’ Nobody starts out perfectly kind and reasonable, and it’s worth recognizing and celebrating when you’ve grown as a human being.”
I hope all those white boys shocking waiters by ordering in [asian language] all collapse into a black hole singularity
I just watched a tiktok where the white guy tried speaking in vietnamese to the waitress who had to admit on film that no, she doesn’t speak her ancestors language, and he was like “oh I’ve out-vietnamesed you” while she like sat down on the restaurant floor in shock. and the comments were like haha how cool and smart of the white guy isn’t this funny! like how do people not realize this is humiliating? white people will never understand the complex relationship asian diaspora have with their language and the shame and guilt and baggage of assimilation, and then they get to exploit that shit for views and clout like I genuinely want all those people to kill themselves
