When people are all “omg can mere science explain how beautiful nature is” do they realize that beauty is a subjective concept manufactured by electrochemical activity in their brains so that they can stay relatively calm as they struggle not to die on a ball of death and rot whirling around an inconceivably gigantic fireball among hundreds of trillions of other similar fireballs adrift in infinite nothingness?
Goth at the Office: gray velvet edition. I feel slightly more awake today, thank goodness.
I’m so sick of people thinking they can just waltz into my room when I’m obviously listening to music in 4/4.
I just wanted to reblog this again because I find it inordinately funny.
Lovely clothing from 4 0’clock.
Sleepless Masquerade in the Twighlight