I feel so oppressed.
Everyone just cares about grades.
And not a single moment of happiness has come of it. I feel like there’s no point anymore. Why can’t we follow our passions? Why does money always drive people? How can sleeping with a stable income, yet unhappily, be more comfortable than doing what we love, but poorly?
May I never chase money, or fame, or something so shallow, so complicated, so selfish.
The human body is fascinating
I keep telling people this shit in real life and they don’t believe me.
I’ve seen it from multiple sources, and this just adds another (albeit usually unreliable) source.
This is actually legit, guys. This is how your eyes move when you’re thinking about something. It’s actually a good way to tell if someone is lying or not, because they’ll look to their left (your right, durr) when they’re constructing false memories, and to their right when they’re actually remembering them.
HOLY CRAP. SAVING THIS FOR FUTURE REF.