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i don't know i'm fuckn drunk as shit but you've alwyas got Aunt Mack in your camp, hollering loudly about your pickles or your new vegas or whatever the fuck is your thing, piss on the mongrels that make it hard to be you, just fuckn fuck em the bastards
edited to add i wish it were this goddamn simple but, fuck. you can tell me you're an autobot and i'll believe you. wholeheartedly. just. be what is the truest person you can be and i will back you to the fucking moon and back, i mean it.
and i know, i know, iknowiknowiknow, Night Vale, it's like the Happy Meal of self discovery, but c'mon now we all love the toy that comes in the box no matter how cold the fries are when they arrive,
"Your place in the universe is small, and yet? It is."
It's... such a kitschy little comment but it has genuinely helpd me center mysself during some seriously shitty moments when I just needed a second's worth of perspective and a chance to hang my hat on something that wasn't moving.
a tiny little bit of everything. just a bit. but there it is.