First Percy Jackson got greenlit and suddenly out of NOWHERE it got announced that an animated Lunar Chronicles movie is in the works and somewhere deep inside me my middle school self is screaming crying sobbing throwing up at the news
You meet god and she's mostly dead fish. You ask her why and she says most of the world is dead fish, and she's made herself to appeal to the most common denominator, the everyman funnyman comedy show that runs for eleven seasons but with the entire universe in mind. You ask her how much of the dead fish is your fault, she says it's far less than you'd think, in the grand scheme of things. You ask her if you matter at all. If you can do anything. She shrugs her rotting shoulders and says mattering is a made-up concept, like life, but sure, you can matter if you want to, on some scale. She has many scales. She doesn't know what you mean by 'anything', but you can do everything you can. You ask her if it's enough. She says there's no base requirement for deserving to exist. She's smoking a joint and the smoke filtering out of her gills gathers and forms gas giants and red dwarfs. You ask her if there's any hidden secrets of the universe you should know and she says it's not a secret if she tells, plus it's fun to let you figure it out yourself. You ask her if any of your questions were right questions and she says you worry about being right so much it might keep you from fucking around, which is as close to meaning of life as she ever bothered to make. You don't ask but she says she loves your hair, also your whole being, also your planet. She says she figured out what love is yesterday and is trying it out, which explains the ten thousand rainbows and sudden influx in rains of fish. She offers you a drag of her joint and you wake up half past midnight behind a chain restaurant clutching a smoked salmon. The new stars are winking like they're in on some joke and you're sure if you try hard enough you'll remember what it is.
She was not a lynx or a spider or even the Wraith. She was Inej Ghafa, and her future was waiting above. Climb, Inej. (for the @litjoycrate Six of Crows box set)
THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT YOU THAT NOW I CAN'T REMEMBER IT'S THE SAME DAMN THING THAT MADE MY HEART SURRENDER AND I'LL MISS YOU ON A TRAIN I'LL MISS YOU IN THE MORNING I NEVER KNOW WHAT TO THINK ABOUT (I THINK ABOUT YOU)
in another universe, my window is open and im laying on my floor. i am 12 years old. nothing bad has happened to me.
John Brosio (American, 1967) - Two Earthlings (2003)
They put men on the moon? Not very impressive. Bunnies have been up there since antiquity making delicious mochi for all.
bexi reblog pretty pictures and ramble about some things i like
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