Your real dad.

sources are saying ohhhhhhhhh brother

Not my circus, not my monk... Hold on... Julius?! Is that you? You banana-eatin' sonovabitch, what are you doing here??

remember when linguini brought a rat he found back to his apartment and got all embarrassed and was like it’s not much. to the rat

think it's a deep consolation to know that spiders dream, that monkeys tease predators, that dolphins have accents, that lions can be scared silly by a lone mongoose, that otters hold hands, and ants bury their dead. that there isn't their life and our life. nor your life and my life. that it's just one teetering and endless thread and all of us, all of us, are entangled w it as deep as entanglement goes. v neat i think.

sometimes i think about how constellations are an entirely man-made construct and don’t actually exhist inherently in nature. i mean, the universe just gave us stars, and we saw art and myths and stories in them. the capacity that humans have for seeing purpose in the incidental makes me realize just how lonely we are on this planet, desperately searching for meaning elsewhere in the universe.

Not book smart or street smart but a secret third thing.

supid

supid.

(begging you to get me started) UGH don't get me started.......

important reminder that most people you follow online are significantly lamer than you think they are including me. and if you feel insecure comparing yourself to someone online: DON'T. theyre probably also lame and weird. most people on the internet are

reblog if you're also lame and weird.