ever since the mothership headquarter's sun confided in me: I am one - surely vexation kills the fool, and jealousy slays the simple. for affliction does not come from the dust, nor does trouble sprout from the ground; but man is born to trouble as the sparks fly upward.
we will raise the blinds, will go outside, will see the world, will open up when we are terrified, sing it (repeat as necessary)
M*A*S*H and BSG
that bible, the magicians nephew, you shall know our velocity!, the picture of dorian gray, the ender saga, 9 stories, and the brothers karamazov
my dad and greg dulli