THIS IS SO FUNNY OH MY GOD

“You should be at the club.” No, I should be at the scholastic book fair.

#saving

Chai tea bag + lil but of brown sugar + apple cider packet + 16 oz. mug of hot but not quite boiling water

it will not Fix You but like. maybe. maybe.

This is so cute ❤️

Here’s my comic about Crowley’s bender in Spain

featuring medieval spanish literature, lyrics from the musical candide, and headcanons about cocoa

x files: 2 fight 2 future

Reading: The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

Audiobook: Pyramids by Terry Pratchett

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

'The Fatigue' by Mihail Zablodski (2022)

lesbian much ado. let’s talk about it

Dude I'm not even an anthropologist I just have an interest in it

And yet I still manage to forget that the majority of people don't think about the human species the way anthropologists do

tacky kitsch is the real backbone of united states culture. roadside attractions, weird diners, buildings shaped like objects, restaurants with like a shark or a car sticking out of the roof, lawn flamingos – this is the true heritage of the west

I genuinely love anthropologists so much

At the start of one of my many attempts at uni (we're no joke on number seven) I took an anthropology class because it seemed cool. This was at the absolute height of the popularity of Bones so the first lecture was literally standing room only, fire hazard levels of packed.

So the professor comes in and I cannot express enough how much this man was actually round, not tall, greying, balding, and literally wearing a three-piece tweed suit with a little red bow tie. He was the most perfect human being I've ever met.

Anyway the look on his face when he saw an actually packed lecture theatre was one of sheer unbridled glee. Natural, right? His dinky little subject is suddenly unbelievably popular.

Which gave him the perfect opportunity to talk about pissing for a solid hour. Because that was his specialist subject. Comparative urination etiquette.

This man who was the Platonic ideal of a humanities professor stood there and talked enthusiastically about piss to a packed to the rafters lecture theatre full of bright-eyed first years, and as this was a Monday morning it was almost certainly many people's first ever university lecture of their whole life. His eyes were glittering with joy the whole hour. He was having the time of his life.

There were absolutely no questions at the end of the lecture. He, apparently having fully understood what he was doing, clearly expected this and instructed us to have a lovely day and wished us good luck on our higher education journey.

You could sit anywhere you wanted in the lecture theatre the next week and the lecture was intro to methods in anthropology.

I don't think I could ever love a man more than I still love him.