Tyson Brown

I found something absolutely astonishing in nature today. This cluster of leaves looks just like a butterfly.

Godspeed to the exceptional and brave souls aboard Artemis II. Watching this brings tears to my eyes.

– Theodore Roosevelt

From both my romantic experience and rigorous knowledge of psychology, it isn't even useful to understand the female love triggers; if you have sex with her and you're passionate and talented, she will pairbond regardless of anything, rewriting her own standards if necessary.

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@maddierune To be a tad reductive, yet still echoing your sentiments; it call comes down to being tribal creatures meant to be consistently acknowledged for the small yet meaningful things we do daily, things as simple as cooking, yet we conquer far greater tasks constantly, but thanklessly.

I’ve been thinking all day about how everyone keeps calling it a loneliness epidemic, but I don’t think it’s about being alone at all. It feels more like we’re starving for recognition. There’s this small, shivering creature inside us that keeps pawing at the door, begging to be seen. It’s because we were born into the womb of attention itself, into a world where our very first proof of existence was someone looking at us & responding. No wonder the absence of that feels like dying. We spend our whole lives hoping someone will look at us the way they did in the beginning, with that instinctive, unquestioning certainty that we mattered, were deeply wanted & worth loving. The absurd thing is how human that craving is. How universal it is. How primordially desperate & a little bit pitiful it can feel. That soft, animal whimper for witness. That yearning for someone to press a warm hand to our soul & say, I see you & I think you’re beautifully imperfect, weird, but wonderful & appreciated nonetheless, exactly as you are. Because some part of us is always curled in the corner, ears perked for the sound of someone choosing us, still hoping to be gathered up. And if we’re honest, we all feel it, even the ones who pretend they don’t.

Hockey is the greatest sport on planet Earth.

I'm sorry, but the frothing fascination with Alysa Liu is mostly just because she's attractive.

@stoolpresidente My condolences – Sincerely, a Canadian

I can’t stop thinking about Canada.

@MagnusCarlsen Please never get rid of the moustache, it's absolutely legendary.

Still got the speed

Sometimes I wish I could transform into an old little Chinese woman.

@houseofala As someone who regularly consumes an entire gallon of milk on a daily basis, who's had a sordid love affair with milk his entire life, this was pure poetry that sent my heart soaring.

I love how milk is so alive it’s almost schizophrenic. Put some cultures in and it yogurtfies. Add some acid, you’ve got cheese. Hundred of types of cheese based on just waiting times. Insane. Cook it and it caramelizes into thick nectar. Steam it and a cappuccino is born. Ice cream. Sweetened condensed. Goat milk. Sour cream. Heavy cream. Raw. Buttermilk. Powdered milk. Milk chocolate. We love milk so much we speak about percentages of it, like gold carats. Milk is foundational. Biblical. Something maternal and natural and feminine about it. Milk is alive

@leurisein The essence of my soul.

do men still appreciate long walks with no destination, stargazing on quiet nights, handwritten letters, poems meant for only one person, flowers just because, and street food dates with genuine laughter? do gentlemen like this still exist?

@GeorgesStPierre I'd guess that less mass is easier to power for longer. Probably a simple physics thing.

Men are generally stronger. However, in ultra-marathons, women have sometimes won outright, beating all competitors—including men, even at the elite level. That fascinates me. -Anyone know why?

I met the girl I'm probably going to marry on Discord.

@boymolish It's unbearable, my only saving grace is being successful romantically, otherwise my soul would drown in this universe of misunderstanding.

I love meeting multi talented people because I truly know how sad and lonely you were to be this talented

I've thought about this a lot lately. The moniker "gridiron" is already an established name of the sport, and it sounds way cooler anyways.

I'm 29 years old. My Spotify Wrapped age is 51.