War shit stuck in tree shit.
trees literally don’t care about anything they just keep growing
Trees kinda just like “okay hat you wanna stay? We’ll make this work, no worries.”
You know how Cecil is always concerned with his own existence?
He is constantly questioning it, and that is absolutely terrifying. You know why?
Because he doesn’t exist.
Cecil is a fictional character. And, he may or may not be somewhat aware of that fact.
oh my god paradox space brings me so much relief. homestuck won’t be over and all the friendships and memories we’ve made won’t just dissipate and i am beside myself with joy.
i can’t wait to see it unravel, and i’m so very glad that we’ll be in it for this totally new chapter of the story!
also i just want to know how dad egbert got kicked out of cirque du soleil.