Do You Sometimes Have This Urge To Go On An Epic Adventure That Will Completely Change You As A Person?

I think: this is what I will miss. I think: how long do we have?

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

you're not ascending to godhood you're just dehydrated

there’s just something so satisfying about a super powered nazi being taken down thanks to her being a racist bitch to a black man.  Then getting curb stomped by an asian woman whose brother she killed, a bi woman, and a blonde haired blue eyed super that was her bastard of a husband’s perfect superhuman.  What finally put her down is the boy she tried to indoctrinate with her racist garbage.

Look, it kills me, it absolutely slays me, that The Lord of the Rings isn’t a chosen one story when it comes to the One Ring. Yes, the ring was passed to Frodo, at first by the ring’s own choosing, but then came to him from the choice of hobbits. Bilbo wasn’t supposed to find the ring, wasn’t supposed to take it out of those mountains. And it was as if fate and magic had forgotten about the hobbits and underestimated them. And Frodo, that lad, that beautiful, strong lad takes the ring to Mordor! Not even because he’s a “chosen one” or has to. HE. DECIDES. TO. A tiny hobbit who had never known true adventure fought for the good in his heart. He chose to save Middle Earth. HE. CHOSE. THAT. Frodo’s story is all about choosing to be good, in the small things, the big things. It’s about showing everyone’s importance in this world. It’s about choosing to be better than those who would crush you, to fight against them, to fight for the good in the world. It’s about choosing that.

travel deep into the forest. barefoot in the dirt, the roots wrap tight around your ankles and draw you into the soft earth

KATE MCKINNON presenting the Carol Burnett Award at the 77th Golden Globe Awards to ELLEN DEGENERES

How nice wouldn't it be to go hiking together? Sharing a tent - moss coloured or perhaps yellow like the sun and the best kind of mustard - surrounded on all sides by the mighty valleys of the world above the clouds. Staying up late, talking in hushed whispers while nature gently slumbers - waking with the sun and cooking early breakfasts over open fire, while slowly the day breaks. Together we seek something intangible, relishing in the simplicity of disappearing into the deep forests, and lush green of the tall mountain's vale

If I could kill a writer with my mind...