#I've chosen to do double links because I know some people have trouble clicking on links they cannot see

[chewaai]

Pro tips I'm summarizing from the comments:

- You can find the transcripts here or copy the link: http://www.nightvalepresents.com/transcripts

- You can find content warnings here, which redirects to this link: https://nightvale.fandom.com/wiki/Category:Content_Warnings . They might not be up-to-date

- Some people can listen together with someone who they trust will ground them and/or when they pause the episode often

- Don't feel ashamed to miss out. There are many people who say they don't suffer from psychosis/paranoia, but wtnv was too much for them as well

- The fun part of wtnv is the profound expressions sprinkled in, which I'm adding under the readmore

Also thank y'all, it makes me happy to see people care for each others well-being

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Don't worry, you do not have to read all of them :)

This is, still, from a source of existential confusion/wonder. If you discover that's not for you while reading through, please go back. Move onto the next tumblr post. You're okay, it's okay, take care of you <3

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Are we living a life that is safe from harm? Of course not. We never are. But that’s not the right question. The question is are we living a life that is worth the harm?

The past is gone, and cannot harm you anymore. And while the future is fast coming for you, it always flinches first and settles in as the gentle present

The desert seems vast, even endless. And yet scientists tell us that somewhere, even now, there is snow

there’s no sense in going through life presuming awful things about people you do not know

You are beautiful when you do beautiful things

We will never be the same again. But here's a little secret for you: no one is ever the same thing again after anything. You are never the same twice, and much of your unhappiness comes from trying to pretend that you are. Accept that you are different each day, and do so joyfully, recognizing it for the gift it is. Work within the desires and goals of the person you are currently, until you aren't that person anymore, and everything changes once again

No pet is perfect. It becomes perfect when you learn to accept it for what it is

Sometimes you go through things that seem huge at the time, like a mysterious glowing cloud [...]. While they’re happening, they feel like the only thing that matters and you can hardly imagine that there’s a world out there that might have anything else going on. And then the glow cloud moves on. And you move on. And the event is behind you. And you may find, as time passes, that you remember it less and less

The present tense of regret is indecision

Be proud of your place in the Cosmos. It is small and yet it is

Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you

Perfection is not real. Perfection is not human. Carlos is not perfect- no, even better- he is imperfect. Everything about him, and us, and all of this is imperfect. And those imperfections in our reality are the seams and cracks into which our outsized love can seep and pool. And sometimes we are annoyed, and disappointed, and that too is part of how love works

We are not history yet. We are happening now. How miraculous is that?

remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and fleeting. Don’t worry

Ignorance might not actually be bliss, but it is certainly less work

When confronted with someone whose “normal” is not our “normal,” we are forced to confront the most frightening prospect of all: that there is no such thing as “normal.” Just the accidental cultural moment we happened to be born into, a cultural happenstance that never existed before, and will never exist again

Almost always we are all experiencing the same problems as everyone else, and pretending we don’t so that every one of us thinks we are alone

If we cannot be judged on our actions, then we cannot be judged

Time is like wax, dripping from a candle flame. In the moment, it is molten and falling, with the capability to transform into any shape. Then the moment passes, and the wax hits the table top and solidifies into the shape it will always be. It becomes the past, a solid single record of what happened, still holding in its wild curves and contours the potential of every shape it could have held

we are even now in another bit of molten wax. We are in a moment that is still falling, still volatile, and we will never be anywhere else. We will always be in that most dangerous, most exciting, most possible time of all: the Now. Where we never can know what shape the next moment will take

Whisper a dangerous secret to someone you care about. Now they have the power to destroy you, but they won’t. That’s what love is

When we talk about teenagers, we adults often talk with an air of scorn, of expectation for disappointment. And this can make people who are presently teenagers feel very defensive. But what everyone should understand is that none of us are talking to the teenagers that exist now, but talking back to the teenager we ourselves once were [...]. Any teenager who exists now is incidental to the potent mix of nostalgia and shame with which we speak to our younger selves

I am sometimes more doubt than man

"I was thinking about the series of ongoing actions that we perceive as the present, and the amassing of memories that we treat as the living record of the past and the hopes and dreams and assumptions that we project as the future. I was thinking about time. And about how it means something to so many people, and about how it’s so finite, and also so infinite.

I was also thinking about space. About how it is nothing, and then, a point which is just a single spot within the nothing, and a line which separates the nothing into two nothings, and how a plane is a patch of nothing and an angle just where two nothings meet, but all those things combined, with an object of points, lines, planes, and angles, an object with length and width and depth that can take up actual space. Until that object becomes something made of nothing – within nothing.

An object can be a wall, a floor, a roof, a bed, a table, a dog, a door, a rug, a…a home.

And then, I thought about how a home is just a group of objects connected by a shared personal experience of time – our past, our present, our assumed future. A home is…I mean, uh, scientifically speaking, speaking form the point of view of mere facts and logic, and um…hmm. You know, what with science, and all…uhhh, I– I– I just thought it was…time for us to…make a home together"

Each day the sun rises and sets. The moon pulls the tides. Our hearts beat. Our loved ones love us back. And we share our inhales and exhales with the great organism that is our tiny planet

Confused? At a loss for what to do? Wow, sounds like you're human. Good luck

May we all be human – beautiful, stupid, temporal, endless

within our limitations, there is no limit to how beautiful we can become. How much of our ideal self we can create. All the beauty in the world was made within the oppressive limitations

you are trapped in mistaken impressions of how your life should supposedly be. [...] That’s something only you can fix, through reflection, and laughter, and acceptance

How lonely that would be! A couple who has made themselves one so completely, that they are once again alone. We are two people, separate. Unique. And joined only where we choose to join

You figure it out. You learn from it. You take action. You create the meaning

We must be willing to face great challenges in order to achieve great things

Death is slotted for us all, and maybe it is years from now – in a soft bed, surrounded by the soft eyes of the people that we love – or, maybe, it is not so many years from now at all. And we have every reason to be afraid. But we also need to learn to put that fear aside, like a library book. Sometimes we need to check out our fear, and– and– and read it, and– and study it and peruse it closely, but at a certain point return it to its proper shelf and experience something else: Contentment. Worry. Calm. Hunger. And a great deal of love, of every kind.

So put that fear in a place where you can find it when you need it, but don’t carry it with you! Don’t carry it with you

Science was meant to be hard. After all, what was science but a bunch of bored human beings trying to challenge themselves when faith became too easy?

And if you’re ever feeling lonely just look at the moon. someone, somewhere, is looking right at it too

Nothing can be fully understood to be 'real.' Any description of the world we give is simply the world we experience

We all don't get happy lives. Maybe a happy life doesn't exist, at least not as some complete, discrete entity. We get what we get and we sort through how we feel about it moment by moment

We all chose to stand down and hope change would be won for us, and not by us. By someone else, we believed. A hero, we believed. But belief is only step one. Action is step two. Fighting for what you believe is step two. Solidarity is step two. Unity is step two

Sometimes where you live is just a place, no matter how long you live there

Feel free to share the ones I've missed

Worry less about the person you once were. Or the person you dream you someday will be. Worry about the person you are now. Or don’t even worry! Just be that person

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As Welcome to Night Vale is gaining another burst of popularity, I do wish to send out a warning to people who are very sensitive to psychotic episodes: be careful if you want to listen to it

If you're the type of person who has #unreality blacklisted, don't listen to too many episodes in a row/maybe avoid it all together?

Stay safe <3