I would fucking kill to be at the pitch meeting for Prince of Egypt like “no, guys, listen. An animated childrens movie about one of the most horrific displays of God’s power from the Old Testament. It’ll be a musical too. Jeff Goldblum will have 5 lines.”
You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.
I may or may not have binged all the episodes once I heard the news
Some messy doodles of my favorite archival assistant :D
ok what’s your florence + the machine song. mine is rabbit heart (raise it up)<3
on god.
[big god, florence + the machine || this is a quote etched on the wall of a concentration camp as noted by andrew eames, the author of blue river, black sea || fleabag, phoebe waller-bridge || if I believe you, the 1975 || hallelujah, leonard cohen || a little life, hanya yanagihara]
The green morning.
The bright love.
diversity win!!! the woman who melted your face with a kiss is bisexual!!!!!
bexi reblog pretty pictures and ramble about some things i like
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