Manchmal Ist Das Leben Einfach Zu Groß, Um Es Selber Tragen Zu Können.

Does anyone want to see the presentation I made on what historical fashion trends we should bring back and which should burn in hell I made for a PowerPoint party?

You are important

Somewhere, right now. I’m always thinking that everybody is  the hero of his/her own narrative AND a secondary character in someone else’s.. The idea that incredibly powerful and life changing stories are happening right now probably just a few moments away from where we are is always mind boggling to me. #pascalcampion

I got in charge of changing the wifi name and password

what in slow motion

Don’t blink.

man, teenaged girls aren’t allowed to have a genuine interest in anything without being ridiculed for it. if a girl likes ugg boots and starbucks she’s stupid and stereotypical, but if she likes combat boots and obscure coffee houses she’s a hipster wannabe and is trying too hard. if a girl listens to boy bands and other popular artists she’s a dumb follower, if she reads comics or plays video games she’s a poser/fake geek girl, if she likes sex she’s a slut but if she doesn’t like sex she’s a prude, if she wears makeup she’s fake but if she doesn’t wear makeup she’s a slob, if she has low self-esteem she needs to learn to love herself but if she has high self-esteem she’s overconfident and vain, if she’s interested in politics she’s a crazy social justice warrior but if she prefers to stay out of social matters she’s a dumb airhead. girls are literally mocked for every single thing they like or do, no matter what those things are, and i’m really really sick of it.

Hello :), we know your thoughts on dogs Mista Gaiman, what about cats?

I went through a period of about twenty years when I never had fewer than five cats living in my house, and normally had about eight or nine, if you included the two mad sisters in the basement who did not mingle. And when the last of them but one died (her name was Princess) I felt like I'd been there for so many dead and dying cats, and had buried too many friends (not including Furball, who was hit by a car and I didn't find out about it until it was too late to find and bury her, although I hunted for her body along the country road for a day) and that I was okay in future with not looking after any more cats.

If I wind up living somewhere else that cats appear at my back door and move in, I won't throw them out, but I don't want to seek out more cats. Too many goodbyes, too many heartbreaks.

(And for that matter, it's been a little over a decade since Cabal died and I'm only now starting to imagine a world where, if I live somewhere else, I might possibly share my life with a dog again.)