Every age has its own fear. In childhood I feared bullies and the Vietnam draft. In adulthood I feared failing at a career. I feared the death of my parents — my greatest fear to date. Please just accept that a greater fear will always arrive to replace the last fear. Then, regardless, do what you dream of doing.
P.S. In the photo recently posted of me holding the hand-lettered sign, I spelled my own name wrong. I am an idiot. At times that is a blessing.
I can kinda hear the blast in my head when they collide.
Sound doesn’t travel in space. You wouldn’t hear a thing.
then how the fuck do you explain all the sounds in star wars checkmate motherfucker
"Firstly, I’m glad you survived. I don’t know how you can stand all that water. Secondly, come here. You washed off my scent."
I’ve got an amazing view outside my Vancouver hotel room with the balcony door literally just a few inches from my bed.
they’ve finally figured out how to be in the hammock together