Everybody has been getting on my case for complaining about this dieting shit. This whole deal is stressful and it’s only been, what, a couple days now? I look at this shit I have to eat now and I get genuinely angry about everything. So get the fuck off my back for a little bit and understand it’s not easy for me at all. Thanks. Love you, guys.
Don’t show this to anybody who makes fan fiction. Please don’t. Please. Seriously, don’t do it.
The best line written for Wesley since Blade.
I’m pretty sure I might’ve reblogged this before but either way…
What is a flotation tank?
500 kg of Epsom salts are added to 1000 litres of water, creating a 30 cm deep solution, which is heated to 35.5 degrees C (skin temperature).
The temperature of the water means that once you are settled in the tank, it is virtually impossible to distinguish between parts of the body that are in contact with the water, and those that aren’t, in effect “fooling” the brain into believing that the person is floating in mid-air.
BUT NO WAIT, THERE’S MORE.
Once you’re in the tank, floating, feeling nothing, seeing nothing (providing you turn the lights off), hearing nothing (because water is in your ears), your brain begins to wonder why it can’t sense anything. Since this is something your brain doesn’t like to do, as it gets bored easily, it begins to make shit up so it can sense it.
Fringe is real. FRINGE IS REAL.
This shit looks chaotically beautiful. Take my money, George Miller.