Grumpyspacekid - Where Did You Come From And What Do You Want?

Marilyn Manson & Twiggy dressed as ghosts

blackout #40

well isn’t it

[slides nasa $20] so, tell me about the aliens

George Barbier, Le Feu (The Fire), lithograph from Falbalas et Fanfreluches, Almanach des Modes Presentes, Passees et Futures, 1925.

me: (thinks about robots)

me: (starts crying)

me: tthey're just so,,,,, ,, fuckin g cool,,,

midwestern vampires who smoke clove cigs in church parking lots and try to ignore their hunger pains as they watch students from the college in the next town over stumbling out of local bar, alcohol in their bloodstream

midwestern demons with yellow eyes and bloody teeth walking along deserted highways in the early hours of the morning, their pupils reflecting the headlights of cars with passengers who feel fear grip their hearts as they pass by

midwestern witches who wear muddy boots and garage sale rings and who always carry salt in their bags, who drink river water and pour circles of whiskey on the underbrush and feel hundreds of hands on their skin

midwestern ghosts who dwell in the basements of abandonned farmhouses and rip old wallpaper from the decaying walls with misty fingers and trancelike eyes

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Humans and war

Okay, so as much as I love the humans are horrifying thing, there is one thing that bugs me. It seems like in fiction whenever other beings find out about our history, they end up getting all horrified and bring up the whole “are we worth saving” thing (looking at you 5th element). And that’s a valid point, human history is scary. But it always seems like we’re always the only ones out there like that.

There’s got to be some other race who wars constantly and is no stranger to interspecies violence and who upon reading our files just sort of shrugs and goes “yeah. Same.”

We may be scary but we can’t be the only ones, right?