Your average text conversation between John and Hank Green
- Hank: Did you know the earth's core would be solid if it weren't for the heat generated by radioactive decay of nuclear isotopes?
- John: That's kind of beautiful.
- Hank: hahaha
- John: No, but the idea that decay is what makes life possible is deeply resonant.
- Hank: Well, it isn't decay in the traditional sense.
- John: Shut up. I'm having a moment.
Marvin Gaye’s “Let’s Get It On”/Justin Timberlake’s “Suit and Tie”
call us brutal, sick, sadistic, and grotesquely optimistic
‘cause way down deep inside we’ve got a dream!
WHY IS THIS GIF SET NOT AROUND MORE?!
I like that they’re all so supportive of one another, but still decide to crack in skulls when they get mad.
Such good friends.
This is like, the opposite of that scene from High School musical where the guy admits he plays the cello
Sometimes, I feel so clever and rational and appropriately analytical about the world around me. I’m a grad student — it’s what I do, what I’m supposed to be skilled at doing. Communicating and relating and acknowledging that people do not fit into neat little boxes all wrapped up and tied up with string. But here we are.
Why do fools fall in love? Or, the importance of asking "Why?"
- Gerald: "Why did you decide to be a teacher?"
- Phoebe: "Why don't you ever ask us what we think?"
- Lt. Maj. Goose: "ENOUGH QUESTIONS!"
- Arnold: "Why don't you treat us like individuals?"
- Stinky: "Why are your pants ironed so nicely?"
- Gerald: "Why don't you teach us anything?"
- Curly: "Why do fools fall in love?"
- Lt. Maj. Goose: "STOP THESE QUESTIONS!"
- Helga: "And why are you starting to sweat, Lieutenant Major?"
- Gerald: "Why can't you handle all our questions?"
"Luna had decorated her bedroom ceiling with five beautifully painted faces: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville. They were not moving as the portraits at Hogwarts moved, but there was a certain magic about them all the same; Harry thought they breathed. What appeared to be fine golden chains wove around the pictures, linking them together, but after examining them for a minute or so, Harry realized that the chains were actually one word, repeated a thousand times in golden ink: friends…friends…friends…friends… Harry felt a great rush of affection for Luna" — Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Happy Galentine’s Day, you beautiful tropical fish.
Thank you, fingerless gloves, for giving me all the warmth of a mitten and all the stylishness of a Dickensian street urchin.
You are the queen of my Carl Kasell / The depth of our love makes Krulwich Wonder / You had me at First Listen
2014 NPR Valentines make everything better.