no one really needs me and that makes me really fucking sad
no listen okay nobody really needs oreos or tv or pictures of clouds: but they’re all stuff that makes the world better for existing. i think the whole western idea of “you must have worth! you must have value! you must be NEEDED!” is really poisonous. you are not for sale. you don’t need a “worth,” a “value”. you don’t NEED to be needed!!! it’s okay to just BE! a few days ago a girl thought i was out of earshot and said “omg she’s so pretty!!” and yeah i don’t need to hear that, but it made me so incredibly happy!!
plus: there’s literally no way for you to know how you’ll effect someone through your life. my friend didn’t commit suicide because a passing stranger on the train happened to say something into his phone that connected with her soul (”of course you deserve love, you are breathing, aren’t you?”) and she didn’t have the chance to thank him or ever see him again but she needed to hear that. i think we need to be in places + talk to people + overhear certain things: but they’re never the stuff we expect. in the meantime, i promise, for at least one person (that’s myself): you’re my oreos. i sure as hell would be a sad girl without you.
you don’t NEED to be needed!!! it’s okay to just BE!
I’m fucking pissing myself.
You know how all of Jupiter’s moons are named after his lovers and affairs?
Yeah. NASA is sending a craft to check up on Jupiter.
You know what the craft is called?
JUNO.
Who’s Juno?
JUPITER’S WIFE.
NASA IS SENDING JUPITER’S WIFE TO CHECK ON JUPITER AND HIS AFFAIRS AND LOVERS.
FUCKING NASA
Protip: Since it’s inception NASA has been comprised of 75% magnificent bastards and 25% tricky dicks
This is a song ground control used to wake the astronauts with. It is the earliest form of Micspam i can think of. It’s also the only song to ever be banned by NASA.
NASA invented Micspam.
IS THAT EVEN A FUCKING SONG!?!?!?!?!?!? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!
During the apollo missions, They were fairly sure they were gonna die, so NASA gave them all corvettes
Which they proceeded to dragrace around the NASA complex, do burnouts and doughnuts and all kinds of tomfoolery
Then there was the time Al Shepard went to the moon, and it simply wasn’t enough.
So he brings a fucking golf club to the moon and plays golf on the moon.
The man had an engineer make him a custom golf club he could hide in his suit, just so he could goof off.
Then there was a time they drew a dick on mars
The boys at NASA sure knew how to have fun on the job.
I love space nerds
I hate the fact that many people think that scientists are dull people with no sense of humor or love for cultural things. I mean look at this. Please stop the prejudices.
I love the lowkey implication in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (especially in the Gene Wilder movie) that Willy Wonka was minding his own business one day and he just saw this skinny looking kid staring up at his factory, licking his lips, and he was just like, “Shit, that kid needs some chocolate, but he’s clearly too poor to afford any and there’s no way I can run outside right now and reveal my existence to the world, right? Damn. Okay. I can send an Oompa Loompa. No, that’ll scare the kid. What candy does he even like anyway? What if I give him the wrong one? All right, we need to get this kid into the factory so that he can pick his favorite treat. But what happens when he leaves? Shit, shit, shit, okay, we’ll just give him the factory. Give him the whole factory. That’s the only way. But how? Come on, Wonka, be inconspicuous here. I’ve got it. A nationwide contest inviting multiple kids into the factory where I’ll reveal that the winner gets the factory. Crap, no, then there will be four other kids in the factory. Okay, no problem, we’ll just kill them all until he’s the only one left. Yeeeah, that’s a good plan. Okay, everyone, places. We’ve got literally one shot at this.”
You don’t think Willy Wonka had connections with what seems to be the only candy store in the entire town?
And what, we’re supposed to believe that after years of starving with no money, all of a sudden, Charlie conveniently finds some money right in front of said candy store?
And remember, in the movie (which is honestly one of the few movie adaptations that’s better than the books), the worker picks the chocolate bars that he hands to Charlie.
Wonka and the workers knew exactly what they were doing.
Chaotic good at its best.
this was an interesting read and all but i just read the second last line as “wonka and the wonkers” and now i feel…… strange
I thought there would be some twist to this article but no it was really just as mean and pretentious as it sounds
Oh my god who fucking wrote this
Everyone I know treasures what they drew as children once they’re all grown up and is glad if their family hung onto it
The final lines just viscerally disgust me here:
“
There’s a point, perhaps around the age of 7, when memory takes over and
a self-history starts, where children themselves decide what’s
important to them and what isn’t. Of course, you shouldn’t throw
something away that your kids say they want to keep. But absent that
urge, and particularly in the early years before it develops, most
children’s art exists to be destroyed.
“
For one thing, who the F U C K thinks children only becomes conscious of themselves and forming solid memories after seven years old?! Shouldn’t you be able to remember at least ages 3-5 like you can any other period in your life??
Second, the things created before that period are still probably the most important and amazing of all. Those are the relics of what your brain was like when it was brand new. I can’t think of many things more special to a human life than the window that offers.
In terms of brain development, this is a pack of lies. Kids become cognizant of other people as having a life separate from theirs at about age 5 or 6; they’re already very much self-aware, or why would we even bother sending them to school?
Why do some adults hate children so much?
At daycare when I was two, they gave us plastic plates to draw on, then sealed the marker scribbles in. Mine was just a mess of colours, but it was also my favourite plate, and I ate dinner off it every night for years until the coating deteriorated.
Anyone who thinks their kid wouldn’t be utterly destroyed to find out that thing they worked so hard on was thrown away – any adult who thinks their kid wouldn’t remember that kind of betrayal – is demonstrating that they don’t even consider children to be humans with thoughts and feelings of their own.
My mother threw away every single drawing I did. She kept them all in a folder and at the end of the month she would throw it away. When I discovered it I was devastate and I stopped giving her anything. No drawing,no sketches. Anything.
One day she saw me drawing and was bewildered that I could draw,then she got mad that I kept it to myself.
You didn’t want it first and now you that I can draw well you want it? Fuck you!
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