NEW noise canceling headphones that are so good at blocking out sound that they even prevent you from listening to your own music, forcing you to bask in the whispers of the forgotten gods until you begin to hear your own brain falling apart as it descends into madness
and now, the weather
(via a-fucking-velociraptor)
Oh, there it is. Silly old universe. The more I save it, the more it needs saving, it’s a treadmill. Yes, yes, I know. They’ll get it all wrong without me. Well, I suppose, one more lifetime wouldn’t kill anyone. Well, except me.
You wait a moment, Doctor. Let’s get it right. I’ve got a few things to say to you. Basic stuff first. Never be cruel, never be cowardly, and never, ever eat pears! Remember, hate is always foolish and love is always wise. Always try to be nice, but never fail to be kind. Oh, and you mustn’t tell anyone your name. No one would understand it anyway. Except… Except children. Children can hear it sometimes - if their hearts are in the right place, and the stars are too. Children can hear your name. But nobody else. Nobody else, ever.
Laugh hard. Run fast. Be kind. Doctor, I let you go.
You are back. You are in my head. All my memories … are back!
And don’t go forgetting me again because – quite frankly that was offensive.
I want a scene where Friedkin’s panicking like did you see that, did you see the weird shit that’s happening, why am I the only one freaking out here and Ken’s like my man, my buddy, my pal, you would not fucking believe the insane year I’ve had, ‘weird shit’ doesn’t even begin to cover it.