what really scares me is that i’m average i’m not really good at anything or really beautiful i’m going to live an average life with an average job an average income and die an average death with an average funeral and nobody is going to remember me
Van Gogh thought that too
That is really, really inspiring, actually.
ok but u wanna know someone 100x cooler and hotter than levi?
listen: levi is 5’3 of shrimpy pisslord while mikasa over there is a fuckin goddess i dont understand why everyone is all over levis dick i dont understand
Who wouldn’t want to be all over levis dick
people who dont like short ass shrively ass old frog men
— Spindle — Orb, Sceptre, Throne
Anonymous said: What's a typical day in your life look like?
I have to use the term ‘day’ lightly here; I’m a scientist and as everyone knows the best time for crazy science is the deepest dark of night. As such I usually arise and begin my ‘day’ around 8pm. Often when I wake I wake with the sickly dread of having forgotton something, occasionally it will come to me before I sleep again. Occasionally it doesn’t. [I had some such feeling today, perhaps I will remember.]
Two hours of minutiae follow, not worth recounting, before I leave for the laboratory. I dress in my labcoat before leaving the house, bad scientific practice I know, but an important social practice nevertheless.
First thing I do on arriving at the lab is to check the beakers in which I keep my atoms and other assorted particles. Long running experiments with the stuff of the high energy universe require much delicate care, and the one thing that I would not risk losing is my physics license. Usually nothing has happened, but every now and again some of the particles tunnel into neighbouring beakers and we all know what happens if a handful of W and Z bosons start getting frisky with the unbound top quarks. It’s not every day I have to distill particles separate again, but the check itself is so important that it cannot be unstated.
Finally I can get down to some real work, the meat of the meal. The next half dozen hours are dedicated to the advancement of the human race through the power of science. The science is difficult to explain to those uninitiated to its secrets, and to the lay-person it would appear that all I do is mix and stir disparate tiny things together without noticable effect. It is true that, on a level, they would not be wrong, but that would miss the point entirely. To create a picture do not think of the mundane, do not think of the swirling conical flask and the neutrino-burette hovering above, but imagine the entirely of the universe itself, shaped and molded in my palms.
The day ends at dawn, when the scientific force is weakest, and I return home to await the next night, and the next opportunity.
[Oh yeah, it was the meaning of the word ‘blatant.’]