#TBT to when I first started dating this hunk of man meat.
"The only thing more terrifying than seeing the devil, is no longer being able to see the devil."
Welcome to Night Vale, episode 43, Visitor (via ever-so-nice
Let me take this moment, also, to apologize for that lengthy monologue a few moments ago by the Man in a Tan Jacket holding deerskin suitcase. He ran in here, and began ranting into the microphone, and then left quite suddenly.
I don’t even remember what it was he said. Do you? It was only just moments ago. You do remember him talking, right?
Oh, and I think I remember that it sounded really urgent. I don’t even remember what the man was wearing, or carrying with him, or that it was even a ‘he,’ or that any time had passed at all.
And that concludes whatever I was just saying just before this sentence.
We bring you back now to the numbers station story we were talking about just, um well, it looks like ten or fifteen minutes has passed since we talked about it. Uh, hmm. How did that happen?
"Tree-lined hills and blue skies… or no. That’s cliche.
A bird in flight! Ugh, even worse!
When we talk about freedom, we restrict ourselves to so few images.
Images of freedom should be as liberating as the feeling itself!
I want to talk about freedom as a drum set being thrown down a hill.
As opening a book one night, and water gushing from the pages, until my life is a lake and I swim away.
Or as a bird in flight, with all the dependence on physics and exhaustion and food supply and merciless gravity that the actuality implies.”
- Welcome to Night Vale (ep. 42 “Numbers”)
Megan Jean and the KFB! (at The Blind Tiger)
i woke up very suddenly from a very deep sleep last night and my first thought was “simon orsik’s daughter would probably act out less if he spent more time with her and less time fucking calling me.”