Late 50s Stozier Will Always Be Precious

I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain, undefinable something.

— Haruki Murakami, The Unvisited

like real people do: starts playing

me:

i know time has lost its meaning and the days are naught but a cruel carousel but take! your! meds!

i was talking with my brothers yesterday and we decided the best way to own a guy who takes off his shirt to fight you is to pick his shirt up and put it on

Oh to be a postwoman delivering love letters to nymphs

otter chan + otter han

tunblr roll call! reblog if your in the following fandoms:

-suffering -the pain of living

i’ve been waiting three weeks to post this

fic - least of all [aziraphale/crowley]

every so often, crowley talks to god.

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