I'm a beast, bitch Grrr, Invader Zim

I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.

If there is a way, find it. If there isn’t, pave it.

peter parker + how on earth do you keep a secret identity

Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share

I’m…I’m just afraid of having a tombstone that says HERE LIES A PROMISING OLD MAN.

Like so many other nerdy, disaffected young people of that time, I dreamed of becoming an ‘artist’, i.e., somebody whose adult job was original and creative instead of tedious and dronelike.