Andrea Gibson, Pansies (x)
I post mainly Doctor Who, Sherlock, Buffy, Harry Potter, lesbians, exceedingly liberal politics and excessive Hillary Clinton...whatever I like, pretty much. Peace. Nothing I post belongs to me unless specifically stated.
There needs to be a code word or something that means “my brain is fighting me every step of the way today and I feel like I’m going to vibrate out of my skin, so I need you to forgive everything and go slowly and speak softly and lower your expectations.” And then we could all just be like, “I know I said we could go to a movie tonight but… tangerines.” And the other person would nod and squeeze your elbow or rub your head and you wouldn’t feel like a failure.
Maybe this time when I read Order of the Phoenix Sirius won’t die
I read somewhere that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over again and expecting different results.
The universe is so funny
We live on a floating lava rock revolving around a star which is part of swirly fuckcluster that revolves around a black hole and there are innumerable observable galaxies and fucking superclusters and the wholeness and the blackness of it all is unfathomable and incredible
but see the thing is nobody fucking knows why or how or what the fuck is even going on
so we kind of just ignore all that crazy stuff and focus on these fake realities we’ve created in our heads rather than tangible realness of the universe. we assign meanings to how many fingers we have. we pull out our hair because our failure to respect meaningless values assigned to how many times a sphere pirouettes and circles a star have dictated people’s opinions of us. we cry over red scribbles on tree corpses and plastic rectangles and we kill people because their skin is a different shade of reddish-brown from our own. we maim people because they blush when someone with a body that has one extremity too similar to their own holds their hand. we put people in jail because they drape swatches of sheep shavings around their body the wrong way.
we’re minute specks drowning in an ever-mutating black ocean. we’re not even the blink of an eye and yet we’re obsessed over matters even tinier than we are. how can we forget the vastness so easily? how do we ignore the fact that there’s a floating, fiery ball of gas burning so close to us that will one day engulf our humble lava rock in flames? because we can’t do anything else?
It’s so stupid.
I’m laughing so hard right now.