Space, the final frontier. It is one of the most extreme environments we know to date. No oxygen, both extremes of temperatures and a significantly increased threat of radiation damage. Sounds pretty horrific and uncomfortable, if not to say destructive or deadly. Sounds a lot like what Monday is for us, right? Okay, it may not be as deadly as leaving a spacecraft without an EVA Suit, but every time you leave your bed on Monday a small piece of you is dying too. You may take your time and think about this poetic comparison or just move on and enjoy our gems for today.
Male bees die after mating.
That's basically their life.
Honey. Nut. Cheerio.
— ʟᴇᴀɢᴜᴇ (@ItsLeague) June 26, 2021
having a nervous breakdown watching my girlfriend microwave a leftover salad because it’s “too cold”
— kristofer thomas (@kristoferthomas) June 26, 2021
remember in 2016 when everyone was like "wow this is the worst year EVER because celebrities are dying"
— i bless the rains down in castamere (@Chinchillazllla) June 25, 2021
pornography caters to some of the basest male fantasies: owning a house, owning a couch, owning a bus, driving around in a bus with your friends, being on speaking terms with your step-family,
— Pattern Ignorer (@erasmusNYT) June 25, 2021
Drone photographer Lior Patel followed a herd of sheep for several months, as the herd was shepherded to its summer pasture. Entrancing and relaxing. pic.twitter.com/2VyAFtwYnZ
— Arieh Kovler (@ariehkovler) June 26, 2021
what if there is no placebo effect and sugar is just really healthy in pill form
— scotty (@notnotscotty) June 24, 2021
Dude just yelled “nice ass” and I said “Jesus Christ I’m forty-three years old” and he seemed genuinely horrified; feel free to borrow this move, ladies
— Amber Sparks (@ambernoelle) June 25, 2021
My daughter, age 2.5, has experienced a winter superstorm state of emergency, a global pandemic, and now a heat disaster.
Forget 2050. What are we doing to make 2022 livable? And then 2023?
We can’t say “kids are our future” if the game is over by the time they reach adulthood
— Brett Favaro (@LetsFishSmarter) June 26, 2021
carrots look pretty happy despite their underground existence but potatoes seem to be possessed by a dread chthonic melancholy, the melancholy of a creature that has known nothing but filth and darkness
— Sandra Newman (@sannewman) June 27, 2021
me: don’t judge a book by it’s cover
archaeologist: that’s the necronomicon
me: or its title
archaeologist: it has a face. it’s screaming
my skeleton: [climbing out of my mouth] maybe it has unprocessed trauma
— soul nate (@MNateShyamalan) June 24, 2021