Spyglass I Think Ur Cool But The Crundle's Creator God Is Probably Gonna Show Up In My Nightmares

spyglass i think ur cool but the Crundle's creator god is probably gonna show up in my nightmares

:)

okay but actually, Tarsweh is pretty harmless. he just sits in the sky and stares. (and occasionally picks his holy nose.)

fuck this is so accurate

I just realised Ph.D should stand for Preferred Hill to Die on.

ordered the TAZ graphic novel cuz fuck it, I can treat myself. checked the shipment tracking and

well fucking played, Amazon.

I was just reminded of this post and I. I just. I can’t.

Scariest thing that's ever happened to me?

Walking sleepily into my friend’s kitchen at three in the morning one sleepover to find him hunched over a bowl of peanut butter-covered noodles muttering ominously “but I must find the Russian man”

I asked no questions and I don’t think he even comprehended I was there

today in “things i’m disproportionately emotional about”:

it’s facial reconstructions of prehistoric humans!!

like, look at this part-homo sapiens, part-neandertal man from well over 30,000 years ago:

doesn’t he just look like a dude you’d wanna hang out with? like he probably washes dishes in the kitchen with you, and has excellent weed

what a charming fellow. what stories he probably has to tell. i’d definitely go shoot the shit with him on Contemplation Rock after i’d finished my day’s work carving a bone flute for the autumn hunting ceremony, or whatever

people have been people ever since people first became people, i tell you what

they all had lives and histories and families and friends and dumb gossip and games they played and total bullshit in which they believed wholeheartedly

they all argued about the nature of the world, and of themselves

they all sang songs

they all drew pictures

they all buried their dead in graves, and they buried their dead in graves well before they did a lot of that other stuff. they buried their dead with flowers, with panther claws, with the bones of animals they’d killed, with the bones of family members who had died at the same time or earlier. they buried their dead with their arms folded across their chests

they fell in love

they took care of their old and their sick and their disabled, even when it cost them

they made new things, and worried about what the new things meant for people everywhere, as a whole

I do this all the time tbh. with all my friends. feelsgoodman.png

*talks about u behind ur back but in a supportive way about how cool u are and how much i love u*