(losing a trinket important to me): it’s just plastic. It’s just material. Someone else will find it and it’ll brighten up their day. If i really want to i can replace it. Loss is natural in love. Life isn’t fair and i’ll tear up earth and sky if i knew i could find you again under the covers of my pillows. But like, it’s $16.67 to replace. I’m okay.
you have to realize that you CAN keep everything perfect and safe, but you’ll never get to fully enjoy them. Sweaters get stretched. Stuffed animals get worn. Earrings get lost. and love turns to grief. If i want to be happy, i have to know that sadness is the little brother who holds her hand.
Nvm. Trinket was found and i’m now keeping it locked up forever so i can’t ever lose it again
who needs reality shows when you have Ceiling Bug Drama
brushing my teeth watching a gnat bumble around on the ceiling somehow juuust barely avoiding the bathroom spider’s web each time while the spider is visibly trembling in frustration
people really think “i HATE this [genre/medium], so that should tell you how good this is when i say i liked it” is a good place to start their review from. like why would i listen to you. you hate the genre/medium. the one you like is probably not very good as an example of the genre or medium.
When I was drunk one night and watching the Jellyfish livestream, I reached out to the Monterey Bay Aquarium with a dumb question about their jellyfish… And they actually emailed me back.
(yes, these are actually my own screenshots, I am in tears laughing)
DO YOUR ANIMAL EXPERTS HAVE TO UNTANGLE THE JELLYFISH
AND THE ANSWER IS FUCKING YES, THE JELLIES GET TANGLED SOMETIMES LMAO
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