divine death ♚

I know that crying is a waste of time.

That’s not true.

The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say

Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?

Yoko Kanno & Arnór Dan | Von from Zankyou No Terror

Vetur, sumar, saman renna Þar sem gróir, þar er von Allt sem græðir geymir von Úr klakaböndum kemur hún fram Af köldum himni fikrar sig fram Þegar allt sýnist stillt, allt er kyrrt, allt er hljótt, kviknar von Meðan allt sækir fram, streymir fram Verður til, Þá er von Hún bræðir allt sem er, allt sem er og var og verður Uns leggst í djúpan dvala, í draumum fjallasala Í eilíflegum hring