everything about opportunity’s death is so wonderfully human. little starry eyed beings who wanted to understand the universe they live in sent a little robot to a new planet to explore. a little robot who sang itself happy birthday every year, a little robot who outlasted their expectations and showed us new things every day for fourteen years. even its last words were something painfully human, something only we would say. when we lost contact with the little robot, we tried so hard to get it back, tried so hard for it to live, and only when almost a whole year passed did we mourn it. we talked about it with its creators and its followers. we wrote stories about it and drew pictures of it. only humans would get attached to a little robot thousands of miles away with no consciousness, and only we would create such a thing in the first place.
another story from my algebra class is a couple weeks ago we were taking a test and then from down the hall we all just hear these two kids screaming bohemian rhapsody for like 2 minutes and then silence and nobody said anything and i just
in my algebra class the other day our teacher was explaining this math thing and this one kid raised his hand and goes ‘um, what?’ and it was honestly the fucking funniest thing
my cat is a literal demon she just scratched at my closed door and forced me out of my warm bed to let her in and so she came in and screamed at me and then fucking left my room i have never felt more betrayed
a true existential crisis is when you want more toast but you had toast like 30 minutes ago