Do you ever just put on a song, lay down on your back and look at the ceiling? And you’re not even paying attention to the lyrics really or thinking about anything in particular, just like focusing on dents or bumps or spots in the ceiling? And then like the song finishes and it’s suddenly really quiet and for some reason even though you want to move to put something else on you don’t because something about the silence is suddenly really interesting? And so you just lay there in complete silence and start thinking about how it’s so quiet and you don’t even know why exactly but it’s just really, really, really nice? And you wish you didn’t have to move and you could just lay there and listen to nothing but you know you have to so then you do and then everything is loud again and it feels like that didn’t even happen

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batmansleftnipple:

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windicuffs:

batmansleftnipple:

ive been a full canadian for almost seventeen years now when am i going to finally earn my antlers and become a true moose and join my ancestors in the majestic forest

you mean you havent yet?

fuck you and your stupid fucking canadian antlers

you’re just jealous. i’ve had my antlers for like 3 years now.

i can be at your house in ten minutes i will saw off your fucking antlers and wear them as a crown HOW DO YOU LIKE THAT

bitch

they’ll just grow back, baby

once you go moose, you never go back

hey do you think your antlers would work like a hydras where if you cut one off and then burn the stump they wouldnt grow back?

should we test that?

they’re already crazy beasts. i’ve tried it, and it works.

they’re like at least 2 feet tall already

you just cant see them because you’re not a moose yet.

(Source: fleetingmemories-fragilesilence)