oh to be a thirteen year-old walking home from the bus and listening to night vale though shitty five-dollar earbuds

love is neat

Welcome to Night Vale Episode 23: Eternal Scouts

my stylus was giving out and i’m not the best at drawing comics, but i just had to illustrate this scene. i enjoy visualizing the mayor’s crazy and questionable antics, and i’m dissapointed that theres so little fan art of her.

But every time I look up, I see them. Glowing arrows in the sky, dotted lines and circles, a great chart that explains it all, and I ask you, how can I know all of this? How can I understand, and not try to explain? How can I see the dotted lines so bright and tangible, and deny them?

Ominous positivity

You will be okay. You have no choice.

perfect perfect hair

Happy first night of Hanukkah! We hope it’s filled with latkes, sufganiyot, and gelt galore.

“Menorah,” 1990, by Neil Winokur 

if anyone ever treats u bad just do what my great grandma would, and has done, in that situation:

punch them directly in the throat

you might be picturing some sassy young lady in the 50s doing this but it happened last year

Let the radio and science husbands be happy

Dog running across the street, Chernobyl (c. 1995)

pondering mysterious lights overhead // a wtnv playlist

for clear nights and pretty evenings in the desert town of Night Vale

listen on 8tracks // listen on youtube

Answer me this atheists

If God never existed, then whose heavenly staircase did I march up, whose heavenly host did I best in battle, and whose severed head do I keep stowed in my basement?

bruh that was your landlord