sunshine in the house of flames
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i just reblog whatever i fancy.
It was always a whispered question:
“Do you remember who made you?”
Most gods would say “What? I am Eternal!” or repeat the story humans told of their origins.
But some would smile wistfully.
“I do. The first human who believed in me was…”
Those stories broke and mended hearts.
what do you mean i’m not important? or that you’re not important? the other day i stood and watched a tree all full of flowers shivering in the morning wind. i was the only one around. who else would have watched it dance? who else but you will notice the way the sun is slanting through your windows? how the rain scoops over your roof? the most important thing is to just exist, you see. by observing the world, we celebrate alongside it.
(via sfh-amf)
i think my problem is that when i’m doing an activity with a friend they’re thinking “i am having fun. this is fun.” but i’m thinking “we are tying the strings of fate we are forming a powerful bond that will last eons”
(via manywinged)
Masculine women and feminine men will make a bisexual fall down the fucking stairs
(via girlwhimsy)