sometimes I get a strong urge to abandon everything and buy a big yellow raincoat and live in an obscure fishing village on the coast of somewhere foreign where it’s always cloudy and eat a lot of stew and ride my bike everywhere and forget everything
Gansey had asked Ronan to keep his mint plant alive while he road-tripped, and Ronan, unsure of how to keep plants alive inside, had dreamt the outside in.
Indigenous people in the Arctic: *cause virtually no harm to the environment with their hunting practices / have been sustainably hunting animals forever / have to suffer the consequences of food deserts and sky-high prices no white vegan will ever have to deal with*
White vegans: you know what’s really bothering me…seal hunting…let’s stop that somehow…
According to the ministry of natural resources in Nunavut, the hunters in Nunavut could hunt a ringed seal for each person who lives in Canada every year and there would still be a net INCREASE in the seal population. Traditional Inuit methods of hunting help maintain the environment, because an overpopulation of seals would be a disaster for fish stocks in the territory.
Also, the shit about clubbing baby seals is a racist myth based on the assumption that the Inuit are “savage”, so we white folks could stop repeating that myth
1st semester general chemistry lab teacher: you MUST always wear lab coats and protective glasses, when working with harsh chemicals gloves are obligatory. It’s for your own safety! So please now let’s start with NaCl…
4th semester biochemistry lab teacher: I don’t care what you wear, but note that you can have holes in your clothing after labs. Wear gloves if you really want to. So now take concentrated HCl…
have you ever noticed you pick up little habits and phrases from the people you love? it’s no wonder our hearts are so easily broken when people leave. we become a reflection of the people that we care about and those personality traits stick with us even if the people don’t
I make my ramen the way a friend taught me in eleventh grade. Every fall, I listen to a playlist made for me by a boy I drove across a border to hook up with. I eat sushi because a girl who won’t talk to me anymore made me try it, and Indian food because my best friend’s parents ordered for me before I knew what I liked. There are movies I love because someone I loved loved them first. I am a mosaic of everyone I’ve ever loved, even for a heartbeat.
being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven’t spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn’t strictly “necessary”] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you’re not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you’ll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it’s suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you’re running out of time]
