Im Sorry But I Cant Believe That A Species Who Invented Funerals And Cemeteries For Our Dead, And Who

I’m sorry but I can’t believe that a species who invented funerals and cemeteries for our dead, and who has millions of people and places dedicated specifically to keep other species’ safe is fundamentally, irreversibly evil

things that make life worth living

purple pens

cats

hugs that linger

too tight hugs

platonic cuddling

soft blankets

lying on freshly vacuumed carpet

a new haircut

ice cream from my favorite shop

homecooked meals

licking cake batter off the spoon

finishing a good book

waking up rested

afternoon naps

people who understand me

finally changing out a new piercing

driving with the windows down

my grandparents house at christmas time

soup

listen I know not showing the monster is often times the best choice to create suspense in the audience and also foster imagination and wonder, but have you considered… some monster design is just sick af and it’s awesome to see it come to life

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nightmare scenario idea: music becomes like tv/film is now, and instead of having every song virtually available at your pleasure, there are now multiple sites and apps that all have different corners of the music market, sorted by stuff like their record company, and they all have different payment plans

Oscar Wilde saying death must be so beautiful, “to forget time, to forgive life,” might be so macabre but to me it makes me want to live. That validation of yes, life is something that must be forgiven, but there’s time for that. For now, just live, live and give it all you got. The time for rest will come eventually, and you have infinity for that.