Good Night!

Smallville | 4.03 Façade

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“I grew up in the village behind me. It’s very beautiful here but there are few opportunities. Whenever I think about my children’s prospects, I grow sad. I have nothing to provide for them so they’ll probably end up like me, taking whatever work they can just to survive. My parents died when I was ten. I went to live with my aunt and my uncle. They never gave me grief. They never made me feel bad. But they were also poor, and every time we sat down to eat, I felt like I was stealing from their family. The guilt grew so bad that when I turned 15, I tried to build a shed for myself. I lived there for about six months. But then the winter came. And eventually the cold grew stronger than the guilt.” (Hunza Valley, Pakistan)

Your eyes wander up, and above you see the dark planet of awesome size perched, in it’s sunless void. An invisible titan all thick black forests and jagged mountains and deep, turbulent oceans.

A monster. Spinning, soundless, forgotten. It’s so close now. You see it just above you. Maybe, even, if you tried very hard, you could.. touch it. You reach up-

“There were no paved roads here when I was a boy. We had to walk for 3 days to get to places that only take 2 hours now. There was never any money for school. We had no wealth or property. Beginning at six years old, I cleaned dishes at a restaurant until 9 pm. Then I would go to sleep and start again. All my money went to my parents. I’d hear stories about cities and airplanes, but they seemed like fairy tales. I’d dream of visiting these places, but before I could get too far, I’d be hungry again. So I grew up thinking that the entire world was like our valley. I thought all children lived like me. Then one day when I turned 16, I had the opportunity to visit to the city of Gilgit. I couldn’t believe it. I saw a boy eating at a restaurant with his father. He was my age. He was wearing a school uniform. I broke down in tears.” (Hunza Valley, Pakistan)

“Hello, listeners. In breaking news: the sky. The Earth. Life! Existence as an unchanging plane with horizons of birth and death in the faint distance. We have nothing to speak about. There never was. Words are an unnecessary trouble. Expression is time, wasting away. Any communication is just a yelp in the darkness. Ladies, gentlemen, listeners. You. I am speaking now, but I am saying nothing! I am just making noises and, as it happens, they are organized in words, and you should not draw meaning from this.”

I love everything about this. So cute.

Inactive main; here for cloud strife on side blog localchocobomerc :)

here we go, cecil number two (i have three in my head so far) (they probably all have the same tatts cause i love em)

once i started seeing native american cecils i really couldn’t resist for a moment

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Masterpost

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Night Vale

The Dark Planet

The Desert Otherworld

The Underground City

Desert Bluffs

Nulogorsk

Europe (Memory of)