A desperate cleric slamming every healing spell so hard to bring someone back to life the ground is forced to grow plants and flowers around the body.

Decades later, guarded by a forest of roses and thorns, lies a corpse refusing to rot.

i love the word slumber for sleep.. it’s like a big brown bear. yeah i just fished a bunch of salmon out of the water with my bare (lol) hands and now i’m full and i’m gonna go lolloping over the mountain and curl up and take a nice little nap for myself honk shooo honk shoooo snork mimimimi etc etc et al

just thinking of how our meaning or purpose in life is merely to experience. eating an orange segment, hoping for snow, being in love, returning over and over to one painting, stepping outside for the full moon, submersion in water, having a favourite colour, knowing beauty, feeling alone, feeling connected, feeling longing… it is enough. 

definitely my favorite page

You kinda have to just be insane. And keep doing that forever