think of all the joy you'll find when you leave the world behind and bid your cares goodbye.
❝Call me at 4 am, and tell me it’s because you want to hear my voice.❞
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breremma:

why do they even make underwear with tags??? just to tickle ur buttcrack???? what kind of sick joke is this???????????


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The universe is not a thing that is—it is not a *thing* at all. It is the very action of its going. It is, in fact, its own dissolve, and our lives – the entire span of human existence going back and back and, if we are lucky, forward and forward – the entire span is spent within this dissolve.

So look at the fleeting stars with fleeting eyes, and feel how the earth beneath you gives. It is all a temporary manifestation of particles, and it is all unraveling back to particulate silence. The bustle of the human day will come and will go. And then, there will be night.

But how beautiful these moments within the dissolve! What a temporary perfection we can find within this passing world! Everything good ever done! Everything good that was done today, and all the good people doing it, and back and back and forward and forward, all of that beauty within a universe unraveling.

Be proud of your place in the cosmos. It is small, and yet it *is*.

(Cecil Palmer, Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 49: Old Oak Doors

written by Joseph Fink and Jeffrey Cranor

voiced by Cecil Baldwin (via daftprodigy))


mossyelf:

phiife:

this eases the entire fuck out of my mind.

Goodnight

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