the worst thing about school is that they plant this idea in your brain that your intelligence is based on report cards, homework, and test results when that only shows how dedicated you are to your fucking school
do you ever wanna talk about a thing but you know you already talk about it too much and your friends are sick of hearing about it so instead you just hold it all inside you and constantly feel like you’re gonna burst?
so you’re telling me there’s an alien who regenerates into a completely random form, that he cannot control or determine himself, and who understandably could take millions of different appearances, but who all 13 times just turned into a different skinny white guy
i accidentally blew weed smoke on a moth and i was like holy shit i just ruined this bug’s life, i just forced him to take a gateway drug what if he becomes a heroin addict what if he becomes a meth cook imagine walter white as a moth. fascinating