Marianas Trench will write a funky little pop punk song and then the next track will be a seven minute long masterpiece of combined styles and musical themes to create a heart-wrenching narrative and you can never know which one you’re going to get
idk I just personally think that getting chills from music is the best part of being alive. like when a song is so good you can feel it in your whole body. that’s why I’m here.
pokemon blood and pokemon bone where you osmosis jones your way through some creature to discover microscopic pokemon
I can get behind that
(Top to bottom: tardigrades, staphylococcus aureus, and mash up of various fungi)
this but they’re the sole source of disease in the Pokemon universe
*doctor places stethoscope on my chest* “Good news and bad news: here’s the good news, I can hear it chanting it’s own name, so diagnosis is easy. The bad news is… you’ve got tuberculosa.”
Not to get all It’s Not That Deep Oh My God, but I think living in apartments truly hones you as a person. I feel like the people online who argue “nobody fucking does that” have never lived wall-to-wall with strangers, to their detriment.
If life in apartment buildings teaches you anything, it teaches you to naturally, instinctively respond to the question “who the hell lives like that?” with “well, someone does, apparently”. Nothing teaches you that there are completely normal people living normal lives, but make choices that you personally never would, like knowing you have neighbours who regularly, habitually do things like vaccuum their home at 9 pm, or listen to Leonard Cohen’s Famous Blue Raincoat on a loop from 7:30 to 9 am.
