I Needs The Sleeps.

early to bed and early to rise leaves a man so fucked up that he dies

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.

what if people made human versions of iconic tumblr posts and shipped them

no. no no no

VERY IMPORTANT a dam in the Netherlands, the weerdsluis lock, is directly on a migratory path for spawning fish. They have a worker stationed there to open the door for the fish, but they can take a while to open it. So to keep the fish from getting preyed on by birds they installed a doorbell. Only, the fish don't have hands to ring the doorbell. If you go to their website, they have a LIVE CAMERA AND A DOORBELL that YOU RING FOR THE FISH when they're waiting, and then the dam worker opens the door for them! I can't express how obsessed I am with this. look at this shit. oh my god.

Please check on the fish doorbell once in a while :)

You. Can. Be. Happy. Alone.

This blog is mainly about love, but you can be in love with life without having a small group of friends or a significant other. You can be content on your own!

Listen to music in your bedroom at full volume in your headphones and dance until the sun goes down. Feel every jump hit your soul. It’s the best feeling.

Watch comedies along and laugh as loud as you want!!

Read books! Annotate them just for yourself or future you.

Write letters to the void or to your past or your future.

Talk to yourself. (I do it all the time! It’s the best and does not mean your lonely or ‘crazy’)

Just live your life without the fear of being alone. Being introverted does not mean your broken. If you don’t like parties, don’t go! Stay home on your own and know that it isn’t a bad thing. Be the person who can be happy on their own.

Everyone wants different things! Some people like talking in big groups and sharing their thoughts whereas others like to keep to themselves. Neither needs changing.

bitches will be like “my ot3 💕💕” and it’s a woman who could murder them, a guy who hasn’t had a good night’s sleep in six years, and another guy who almost got both of the other two murdered. it’s me i’m bitches

my roman empire is the cool girl monologue from gone girl

emo hhhhhh bastard

i made a generator for yall to see what ur genders are

an erotic poem:

leg so hot

hot hot leg

leg so hot u fry an eg

The canvases of our exploration

Interstellar - Christopher Nolan // A Ship in a Stormy Sea - Ivan Konstantinovich Aivazovsky // The ISS - NASA // Address at Rice University, 12 Sep. 1962 - John F. Kennedy // Cosmic Web and Dark Matter in Outer Space - Stephen Dalton // Rough sea, Morestil - John Russell // Rocket Man - Elton John // Olin Ivory // @eighthxjune // Space Mirror Memorial, Kennedy Space Center via reddit //OP: @smoooothbrain