this is my mess

astrophysiciann:

exciting:

exciting:

where! has! my! passion! gone! I had it abundantly when I was a child, and I must have dropped it along the way, but I cannot figure where!

oh hey folks fun update, i found my passion again? i just had to find my right outlet, get to a place where I have aspirations, dispel apathy and pursue what I love, it’s all good and swell!

reblog this to find the right outlet, get to a place where you have aspirations, dispel apathy and pursue what you love, and rediscover your passion.

awkwardturtlez:

bananonbinary:

prokopetz:

What y’all think ‘gifted child’ discourse is saying: I used to be special and now I’m not and that makes me sad.

What ‘gifted child’ discourse is ACTUALLY saying: The way many educational systems treat children who’ve been identified as ‘gifted’ is actively harmful in that it a. obliges kids to give up socialising with their same-age peers in favour of constantly courting the approval of adult ‘mentors’ who mostly don’t give a shit about them, b. demands that they tie their entire identity to a set of standards that’s not merely unsustainable, but intentionally so, because its unstated purpose is to weed out the ‘unworthy’ rather than to provide useful goals for self-improvement, and c. denies them opportunities to learn useful life skills in favour of training them up in an excruciatingly narrow academic skill-set that’s basically useless outside of an institutional career path that the vast majority of them will never be allowed to pursue.

also: the way “gifted” children are taught largely just rewards them for already knowing things or having a specific skill come easily to them, and thus not only gives them severe anxiety about asking for help or not knowing something right away for fear of disappointing those adult mentors, but also actively discourages them from learning HOW to learn things and pick up new skills, thus sabotaging any life they might try to pursue outside of that institutional career.

^^^^^^

vampireapologist:

vampireapologist:

i love that moment of absolute acceptance and tranquility that washes over you exactly 1 minute and 35 seconds before an exam begins. when you look at the notes you’ve been trying to absorb and realize that at this point you’re either ready or you’re not and you put them away and all the anxiety and doubt you had up until this moment just floats off you like steam from a hot summer sidewalk after a storm.

i think this exact situation is where actors who have to die on-screen draw their inspiration. that look in their eyes when they realize their wound doesn’t hurt anymore, and they look at their friend, their face awash with acceptance and near-relief, and the light leaves their eyes,

they learned that in a stats class.

the professor: everyone put your phones away and clear off your desks

me:

hxrringtons:

can netflix make an interactive episode of stranger things where i have the option to let will byers have a good day for once in his life

thechildofchristmas:

rikudera:

thegoombs:

thegoombs:

Do you ever think of how weird it would be if Mickey Mouse’s name was actually Michael? And how weird it would be if one day Minnie called him “Michael Mouse” because she was upset with him? Because I think about it sometimes.

I have just been informed that Mickey’s full name is “Michael Theodore Mouse”, and that Minnie’s is “Minerva Mouse”. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH THIS INFORMATION, BUT I FEEL LIKE I KNOW SOMETHING FORBIDDEN NOW???

I feel like this is a good time to share the fact that Donald Duck’s middle name is Fauntleroy.

goofy periodically changes his name to avoid the IRS if i remember right

starbucks-remy:

alexaloraetheris:

Reasons I believe my friend is secretly some kind of deity

1) First time we spoke was a week after the beggining of freshman year she summed up my entire character and most of the events of my life Sherlock style. I asked her how the hell she knew all that. She just shrugged and said she figured out our entire class already.

2) The one time we had religion class instead of ethics she listened to the teacher for a few minutes, laughed and told me:

“Humans have wished to be gods so much they’ve forgotten they have to ability to create them. Imagination has truly suffered from this ‘monotheism’ stuff.”

I was confused and asked her if she was an atheist. She rolled her eyes and said:

“Oh I believe in god alright. I just don’t think the bastard deserves to be worshipped.”

3) Out of nowhere she gave me this advice:

“The only truth a liar ever told was that lies weren’t going to save you. Don’t become the liar who has to pass that wisdom on, because they speak from experience.”

4) To this day, she has one of those old-timey phones with buttons she only uses to ocassionally call someone. When I asked her why she never got a smartphone she got pouty:

“I hate social media. On Facebook they talk a lot but never say anything. If I wanted to listen to people moan about their problems and ask for help they don’t expect I’d listen to their prayers.” (Notice the choice of words)

5) I noticed she was stiff and I offered her a massage since I’m really good at it but when i started kneading her back I swear to this day those were not muscles I felt. I asked her what she did to turn her muscles into rocks covered with a thin layer of skin and she kinda froze then shrugged and said she was just really, really stiff. My hands hurt after ten minutes when I can usually go for an hour. Next time I offered she seemed surprised and laughed. She still has rocks for muscles.

6) We were having a debate over the way neural pathways are formed (I study biology and she forensics) and I jokingly asked if I could have her brain for study when she dies. She laughed.

“Sure, if you find a way to kill me you can have it. I’m actually curious what you’re gonna find.”

7) One time she was tired and miserable and I tried to comfort her. We both have really dark sense of humor so I told her she could scare the dead out of their graves with that glare. She told me the dead can’t come back and I rolled my eyes and said ‘obviously’ but she continued:

“When you die you descend to the underworld with nothing to lose. To keep you, they give you something to lose. When you want to return, they will demand it back. That’s why nobody ever leaves. The only way out is to never enter.”

8) One day she just came up to me with a disappointed look on her face. When I asked her what was wrong she was quiet for a few seconds and then just told me:

“Betrayals committed in good intentions are still damning. Just… keep that in mind.” Then she left and didn’t speak to me for three days. I still don’t know what she meant but even three years later I haven’t forgotten it.

9) We were casually sitting on a bench when, out of nowhere, she asked me: “Is it just me or have humans gotten dumber? Or have they always been this stupid and I just haven’t been paying attention?”

10) She asked me if I ever wondered what it was like to die. I said no but told her I would tell her when I found out. I meant it as a ghost joke but she smiled at me and said:

“Great. I’ll wait for you to come back. Maybe you’ll even remember me.”

In conclusion, she is some kind of low-key god and she lost her faith in humanity even before we lost our faith in her but she’s stuck with us because immortality is a bitch.

P.S. I just remembered her name is a variation on ‘Eve’. Maybe I should reconsider my atheist status?!

Ya goddexx of noise is here. Your friend is a goddess

patrickat:

animatedamerican:

cowboysuggest:

spiders. IN the tub, spiders in the tub. Come on now, SPI DERS IN THE TUB! SPIDERS IN THE TUB!

I can only assume this is meant to be chanted to the rhythm of “uptown funk you up, uptown funk you up” but I cannot begin to speculate as to why

Stop! Wait a minute.

Why my tub got these spiders in it?

lemonsharks:

curseworm:

human brain: sometimes we need to do boring things with no gratification or immediate benefit

monkey brain: absolutely not. die

Human brain: ok what if we eat chips while we do the boring thing

monkey brain: I’m suspicious but keep talking