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The Gods and Their Legends: Fate

Fate is an ancient god, older than time and space. It is said that Fate was created by mortals to bring order to a chaotic world. Fate lives, slumbering far out of the reaches of any mortal, creating everything that has and will ever be. Everything fated to come into existence is helpless to Fate and the path they have drawn out, including each of the gods and their creations.

Or that's what legend says anyways.

Reblog if you stand against order, civilization, and goodness itself

my singing voice is good for showers and mornings in the kitchen and drunken nights and lullabies for babies who need sleep and im okay with this

having audio processing issues is so humiliating like yeah i heard you and yeah i was actively listening but the problem is i dont know what the fuck you sayed

reblog to fucking bite the person you reblog from

born to be an abstract concept, forced to be a percievable entity

I enjoy a joke about fucked up German fairy tales as much as the next nerd, but it's genuinely striking how often the source for the really fucked up stuff turns out to be "yeah, this is only in the Brothers Grimm version and doesn't appear in any extant oral tradition, and we're like 80% sure they added it themselves". To a large extent it's not German fairy tales that are fucked up, it's two specific German dudes.

Fuck hostile architecture, I want unhostile architecture. I want benches to be designed to be as easy as possible to sleep on. I want little places for pigeons to nest to be purposefully put on buildings. I want people designing public spaces to think about what they'd be like to skateboard on. I want "Please loiter" signs. I want people to be kind. I want...

six feet deep

I am mourning

I am mourning for the person I was once

I am mourning the person I could've been

I am mourning my innocence

I am mourning for the young love I never got to experience

I am mourning the girl who couldn't defend herself

I am mourning the little girl who wanted nothing but togetherness

I am mourning the little girl who dreamt of a prince who'd one day sweep her off her feet

I am mourning the woman they would've been proud of

I am mourning the woman I should be

I am mourning

I will never stop because there is still so much I have buried