'Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.'

security question: what was the last name of your first grade teacher?

my cat: if you put your hands anywhere near me i will cage you in the real-life saw trap from which there is no painless escape

“Having begun to feel, people’s desire to feel grew. They wanted to feel more, feel deeper, despite how much it sometimes hurt. People became addicted to feeling. They struggled to uncover new emotions. It’s possible that this is how art was born. New kinds of joy were forged, along with new kinds of sadness: The eternal disappointment of life as it is; the relief of unexpected reprieve; the fear of dying. Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist. There are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written, or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom, or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges, and absorbs the impact.”

“I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.”

me holding a gun to a mushroom: tell me the name of god you fungal piece of shit