Reblog If You Just Want To Run Away And Live In A Forest

I love the idea of dead gods. Not in the sense of “hey i killed something supernaturally strong” but in the sense of “i killed it and it’s still a god.” It is still worshipped. prayers are still answered. miracles are performed in its name, even as it lies pierced by a thousand swords and burning with chemical fire. even as it drifts through vacuum, decapitated and bleeding molten rock. in cosmic spite of being shot through each eye and hurled into a plasma reactor, it still radiates the power of the divine in a way that primitive death cannot smother. the nature of godchild is not so simple as to be tied to the mortality, or immortality, of any living being.

Hot take maybe but If Melville was alive today he'd set Moby Dick on a oil tanker instead of a whaling ship and it would be a beautiful ode to the world we are destroying just like Moby Dick is a ode to the animal they're killing. The deep black oil from the depths and the white whale. Ahab who lost a leg to a terribly unsafe industry but is still spreading fossil fuel propaganda like a religion. You get me

His self insert would still be married to Queequeeg except now theres a whole section about getting to know Queequegs culture and a beautiful marriage ceremony with a presbiterian pastor and Maori elders giving their blessing and three whole chapters are about the seafood buffet and open bar. What were we talking about

can we make this a new copypasta

Sonic? Do I want to starve in 10 days or die of grease in 3 days??

Some stars from my journals

i need everyone to understand the poetry of curly turning a blind eye to anya’s suffering only to be robbed of his autonomy and voice as she was and then forced to observe jimmy’s crimes and the abuse of his own body

cottagecore vegans buying chickens bc tiktok told them chickens are cute and fluffee, then watching said chickens fucking obliterate any small mammal they see, and then getting upset about it has to be, hands down, some of the funniest shit in the world

besties, you bought fat velociraptors. and you're going to have to come to terms with that

Thunderstorm by mysunroom