The cosmos is within us. We are made of star-farts.

She may be the love that cannot hope to last, May come to me from shadows of the past, That I remember till the day I die.

She may be the reason I survive, The why and wherefore I’m alive, The one I’ll care for through the Rough and rainy years.

Me, I’ll take her laughter and her tears And make them all my souvenirs For where she goes I’ve got to be. The meaning of my life is she, she, she–.

Gennady Novozhilov

In which Tessa Violet fills in for Hank on the last day of his vlogbrothers paternity leave to talk about fear in art!

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