the absolute fucking height of comedy is scientists and scholars getting into fights over incredibly niche subjects. the idea of nerds in labcoats and suits getting close to blows over something that only like 20 people care about is so funny.
Sometimes I tell my mom I don’t like something and she goes “No!!!! You used to LOVE this thing!!!!!” And I ask When. When did I last express desire for this thing. And she goes “When you were four you could not get ENOUGH of this thing” and I say Mother. I am Twenty Six
i want a shirt that has a QR code on it for some kind of horrible malware so that if anyone ever tries to film me in public their phone will automatically scan the code and be reduced to a functionless brick
OBSESSED with the fact that there’s a redditor out there who calls themselves “PISS BOT” but carries themselves with the unflappable politeness of a confused Victorian gentleman.
the most beautiful stories repeat themselves over and over and over again, time weaving itself into a blanket to warm our beds
