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I am a huge fan of retiring to my quarters

(walks out into the woods at 2 am)

(shouts)

HOW DO I MOVE ON? EVEN WHEN IT WAS MY FAULT? EVEN WHEN I WAS THE ONE IN THE WRONG? EVEN WHEN I HURT SOMEONE WITHOUT CAUSE OR EXCUSE OR EXPLANATION? WHEN I HAVE NO RECOURSE TO SEEK FORGIVENESS AND WHEN THEY ARE RIGHT TO NEVER FORGIVE ME, SO THE ONLY THING THERE IS LEFT TO DO IS TO MOVE ON AND AND DO BETTER OR DIE. AND I AM NOT DYING?

(silence)

(hears a bullfrog croak)

(that's nice at least, I do like bullfrogs)

Childhood can be scary.

A collection of some of my hand-drawn horror looping animations!

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who let this bird on the train

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

"There's no hope for the future." And that's how they felt during the Atomic Age, during the World Wars, during the Enlightenment Revolutions, during thr plagues, during the Viking raids, during the fall of Rome.

Yet, we persisted.

James Baldwin, from Another Country [ID'd]

'Old House in Wind' by Charles Frederick W. Mielatz, c. 1906.

Fox Mulder won the autism lottery. He made the FBI give him an entire subdivision for his special interest AND someone to infodump to

god knew id be too powerful if I was socialized properly

OVER THE GARDEN WALL

Somewhere lost in the clouded annals of history lies a place few have seen. A mysterious place called the Unknown. Forgotten by time, yet, still well remembered by those who travel through the wood.

Am I really so bad? Am I really so frightening? You've talked to me. You've confided in me. Have I tried to hurt you? It isn't me you're afraid of. What you're afraid of is the unknown.

ROBERT REDFORD as MR. DEATH The Twilight Zone — 3.16 "Nothing in the Dark"

You run a Bakery, just a normal bakery, the only problem is that your customers at midnight to 6AM are mythical creatures who pay with gemstones and ancient gold and silver coins

“A variety of wild animals visiting a water fountain”

(via)

if i ever seem awkward in any interaction, it is just because i am awkward. hope that helps :)

My heart will always be soft. I will never stop looking for the good and love in everything. You can’t take that away from me.

Sabrina the Teenage Witch – 2.02: Sabrina Gets Her Licence (Part 2)

Seinfeld – 4.14: The Visa

Leila Chatti, "Postcard from Gone"

Laura Venditti

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— Georgia O'Keeffe

still life

Because here’s something else that’s true. In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship. And an outstanding reason for choosing some sort of God or spiritual-type thing to worship — be it J.C. or Allah, be it Yahweh or the Wiccan mother-goddess or the Four Noble Truths or some infrangible set of ethical principles — is that pretty much anything else you worship will eat you alive. If you worship money and things — if they are where you tap real meaning in life — then you will never have enough. Never feel you have enough. It’s the truth. Worship your own body and beauty and sexual allure and you will always feel ugly, and when time and age start showing, you will die a million deaths before they finally plant you. On one level, we all know this stuff already — it’s been codified as myths, proverbs, clichés, bromides, epigrams, parables: the skeleton of every great story. The trick is keeping the truth up-front in daily consciousness. Worship power — you will feel weak and afraid, and you will need ever more power over others to keep the fear at bay. Worship your intellect, being seen as smart — you will end up feeling stupid, a fraud, always on the verge of being found out. And so on.

David Foster Wallace, This is Water

June 29th