“We’re all just stories in the end.” —The Doctor
“The supreme arrogance of religious thinking: that a carbon-based bag of mostly water on a speck of iron-silicate dust around a boring dwarf star in a minor galaxy in an underpopulated local group of galaxies in an unfashionable suburb of a supercluster would look up at the sky and declare, ‘It was all made so that I could exist!’” —Peter Walker
Helium walks into a bar, and the bartender says, “We don’t serve noble gases here.”
Helium doesn’t react.
I am reading poetry that breaks my heart...
and I can’t stop because it is too beautiful. This is my life and I fucking love every moment.