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When I took intro to statistics in community college, I felt smart for the first time ever. After struggling in school, due to a lack of support and undiagnosed learning deficits, discovering I was good at math was life changing. I felt so inspired and capable of becoming someone I never thought I could be. I lost that spark yet again during my bachelor’s degree. Now, two weeks away from graduating, I’ve found my love for learning again. School systems have failed me repeatedly. I need to learn not to let my self worth be determined by a system that was never designed for my success in the first place.
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sorry for sounding too excited about my interests lol i forgot sincerity must give way to irony lest i appear as though i can find joy and positivity in a world you view through the lens of pure cynicism. my bad man i’ll make sure to mask my genuine happiness with a sardonic one-liner next time haha.
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when the objectively bad person has traumatic and honestly reasonable reasons for why theyre like that but it doesnt excuse their actions and only serves to make them more tragic as a character
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As an adult you must cultivate the skill of “Gross! Oh, well. Not my business.”
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"skibidi toilet is ruining gen alpha" do none of you people remember asdf. i remember asdf.
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bringing yet another culinary horror from the russian internet here
3_rublya, well, i wanted to bake a duck for New Year. Just before the New Year’s Eve it suddenly turned out that there are no whole ducks in the store, just the parts. I made the strategic decision to buy a bunch of duck parts and cook them. At home, I got upset that I won’t have a whole duck, and I tried to restore the duck from breasts and legs by sewing them together. At this point it turned out that each tray I bought had not two but three legs, so overall there were six, five of which were left ones. While I was sewing the duck together, I stained it with the food dye my sister spilled while making pryaniks (the pryaniks were good, by the way), and the duck started looking like it has gone moldy or expired. I couldn’t stand for this injustice and entirely covered it with dye to hide the stains. And then I also shoved some celery and oranges up its ass, just because I could.
Written by zapivaet i zaedaet, today at 15.28
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