dost what

anonymous asked:

Sweet. Well, for the next three days I'm turning you into a Vogon, and I want you to lemme know how much you manage to keep your cool throughout that. Good luck, my frood.

hey so why do you festerbroods of motherfucking shitpus want me to lose my job so bad like you realize yall are depriving me of my only source of income when you do this right
like shit sorry i cant be rich and afford to take days off or, more egregiously, be so rich as to not be required to work and live in some bourgeois fantasy where money is merely an abstraction and not literally something i need to actively work for to fucking survive
for three days of, what, making me write shit poetry? i was over that in fucking tenth grade but oh goddamned kay so long as the giggles are obtained
so long as thine unsanctitied ludibriousity garners kench
what thought dost thou give to a man
anyway fuck that noise im not doing this aight cool thanks

The Black Crystal III

“Gaze now into the pool of never-ending black, Marianne, what dost thou see?”

“Nothingness.”

A geological empire composed of speleothems, all of which vary in different shades of grey and brown; they spiral along the walls leading into the heart of an abyss – where the blackness resides; where /it/ lies waiting, patiently, but for what?

Its many heads twist and turn in the blackness as it speaks in a rumbling voice which echoes throughout the hole in which we stand; indistinguishable words even to the sharpest set of ears, but around us stand numerous tall robed creatures – who each look upon us through their cowled visages; the inclination of their heads imply curiosity, perhaps even subtle judgement.

Stepping forward barefooted to part the coalesced shadows as the robed creatures step aside. The eyes of the eyeless burn into the mind; searing pain pierces through the cortex and surges, it burrows deep down into the core of the brain, peeling away its outermost layer; pieces of matter char and flake away into the blackness to become nothing, as we stand in nothing and realise we are nothing, but yet we unwillingly partake in what is much greater than all of Hydaelyn alone.

“Nothingness.”

A speck of light appears above shortly before it vanishes, the ground trembles as pillars as tall as the heavens thrust up through its obsidian crust; as if they were hands grasping at freedom from the hells in which we stand.

“Just what is our purpose in the end?”

“@ournewsisfun: Just found this unreleased song by Nate Ruess! Loving it.” (x)

OH MY GOHSDGLASKJGLKAJSDGL AN UNRELEASED SONG FROM NATE’S ALBUM DUE OUT THIS SUMMER. IM CRYINGKLSADJGL HOLD ME IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!! IT SOUNDS… FOLKSY? HIS VOICE KILLSSSS ME

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i’ve had this poster for about two years now and i’ve still got no clue what they’re doing with that goddamn christmas tree