it’s Christmas morning the presents are open.
I’m still on tumblr.
There is no god, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities.
― Mark Twain, The Mysterious Stranger (via jarrodis)
first of all, who allowed me on the internet
