you tell me
My cousin is always watching Everybody Loves Raymond in the other room while I’m on the computer. I always hear Raymond’s voice. His deep, throaty voice, like a hungover toad. It’s very unique. Sometimes I continue to hear the thick grog of Ray Romano long after the television is off. Ray tells me things. Ray tells me horrible, horrible things. And I listen.
|—||Michelle from Dark Owl Records, Welcome to Night Vale, Episode 53: The September Monologues (via castiel-is-my-homeboy)|
In which WTNV jokes at its own trope.
“Bees are the smallest of birds. They are born from the bodies of oxen, or from the decaying flesh of slaughtered calves; worms form in the flesh and then turn into bees. Bees live in community, choose the most noble among them as king, have wars, and make honey. Their laws are based on custom, but the king does not enforce the law; rather the lawbreakers punish themselves by stinging themselves to death. Bees are afraid of smoke and are excited by noise. Each has its own duty: guarding the food supply, watching for rain, collecting dew to make honey, and making wax from flowers.”
dont call the sophmores more soft becuase they will start flexing in front of you and ask if u lift
[infiltrates biker gang] i hear picnics and outdoor games are illegal now. who wants to meet at the park this afternoon & break the law
you hear about these nudes that leaked? whose idea was it to store juice in priceless botticellis, is my question. catch you later.
me: bb ur hands r so cold
THAT IS BECAUSE I AM MADE OF METAL
Buzzcocks - Harmony In My Head