I May Or May Not Have Binged All The Episodes Once I Heard The News

You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.

John Brosio (American, 1967) - Two Earthlings (2003)

you wear an ancestor’s face. you look like a woman you’ll never meet. in that mirror, there’s thousands of you. and in the bath, when you look down, she looks back, shaking and deforming in the ripples as she lies beneath the surface.

The wisteria around my house is in bloom again and my cat loves nothing more than basking in the shade under them. 

in another universe, my window is open and im laying on my floor. i am 12 years old. nothing bad has happened to me.

Fully aware that I’m speaking into the void about this but I got in to medical school 😭😭😭 after only managing to get on a few waitlists I was crashing out thinking I was gonna have to reapply (not that there would’ve been anything wrong with that, just would’ve been a lot more work) but now I know I’m gonna be a doctor and I’ll be going to school in an amazing city and it’s just all so sudden and exciting and relieving all at once. Things have been rough lately so this win feels really nice

OVER THE GARDEN WALL (2014)

insp.

“For you, a thousand times over.”

— Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

is anyone else on this hill or is it just me and sisyphus and kate bush?