My mother asked me to bring home flowers to decorate the house. So there I was battling honeybees, ants and mosquitoes while I plucked flowers from an enormous flowery creeper growing on our building. Then suddenly a snake fell on my head, and I could hear my mother shout from the top floor -you can do it child, make your ancestors proud. And what did I do? I made them proud.
When you have no other work but to cheer for the blood moon every time it appears from behind the cloud.
And someone in the background shouting that it's unlucky.
Reblog if u believe
Hey is it just me cus I am now invested in Thor X quill after that final scene in endgame?
This is really heartwarming. It is also sad that we can not always live up to this expectation. :(
But imgine Russia saying this about India to someone and India hears this.
uwu
Bloodied knuckles, grit teeth: willpower beaten into steel. The keen and uncompromising awareness that everything dies. Neat and organized lines: pages of ink, like praying in every stroke, like details will trip the devil so it never catches up. Prussian blue is a metaphor, livery an elaborate dance: immortality is an idea, power is an idea, flesh be damned.
It is late, late at night and he is suffering-- drowning in an ocean of tears never cried-- and he has never been more sure of his purpose for the fact. Everything human is the enemy; he smiles and laughs, and wields his confidence in the body he despises for weakness as a weapon.
Pounding drums, a pounding heart. The brutal cold of honesty, like plunging into ice water and holding under until numb. Every sweet rush of adrenaline, the stickiness of blood against blade like fingertips coated in honey. Logic and clean blueprints drawn as if the deepest instincts of survival aren't born from a deeper, helpless love.
Marching ever forward with weapons you have called blessed on a quest you have claimed to be righteous, knowing with every step that if the opposite were revealed to be true your stride would not falter.
A quiet, civilised evening
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