"I spent a lot of time wondering if it would matter if I died."
"In the macro sense, no. You’re one cheerio in the bulk box full of life. But you fucking tickle me, so I think it would matter."
I was born at the dawn of a sacred cycle, when the morning star aligned with the sun.The high priest believed I had a special connection to the gods.They brought me jewels and flowers at first, but then they said the lords of the night had sacrificed themselves to make the earth,so it was only fitting that they sacrifice their own.I couldn’t let them kill innocent people in my name,so I ran.Their priests hunted me, and the lords decided that if I refused to spill human blood for them then they would give me an insatiable need for it.A hunger so deep that I wouldn’t be able to live without it.The hunger drew me back to this place where I would be forever enslaved.That was a cruel and ugly thing to do to an innocent girl.
to catch a bus you have to think like a bus
"average person hath borne me on his back 3 times" factoid actualy just statistical error. average person hath borne me on his back 0 times. Alas, poor Yorick, who hath borne me on his back a thousand times, was an outlier adn should not have been counted
This is the most brilliant one of these things I’ve ever seen.
10 years ago today, Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way went back in time to sedouce Volxemort and protect all of us from his evil plans
reblog this post to honor Enoby’s brave sacrifice, ignore if you’re a prep or a poser
mythology meme: [2/3] mythical rulers
↳ alf of denmark and alfhild of geatland
Alfhild was the daughter of the Geatish king Siward; Alf was a Danish prince who wanted her hand in marriage and managed to pass the initial test of strength. Alfhild, however, had no desire to marry him then and there, and fled from home, electing to become a shield-maiden instead. She assembled a fleet of many ships with female crews and raided along the coasts of the Baltic sea. Eventually, Alf caught up with her near the shores of Finland, and she decided to lay down her weapons and go with Alf.
what you said was very sweet and means a lot to me but i am incapable of properly responding in any way besides “thank you so much aaaah” because i do not know how to accurately express the exact level of my gratitude to where you completely understand how much what you said meant to me without me getting even more emotional and looking like a fucking nerd: an autobiography