Gonna Try This Fudgey Mug.

I live for stories like this of knowable Gods.

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.

I love hearing these birds! Also, I was today years old when I learnd they are mourning doves and not morning doves. Rad!

that “whooo-oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh” sound mourning doves make, reblog if u agree

Yes it’s the first and last hill.

I know it’s not hard to point out reactionaries hypocrisy when it comes to like safe spaces or hug boxes or whatever but genuinely how much of an echo chamber do you have to exist in for you to think this is a reasonable thing to say

King of Cups. Art by Megan Rose Gedris, from The Rosalarian Tarot.

My king of cups is taking an active parenting role. He is so strong, and the master of the rough elements around him. He can protect because he knows what he’s doing and knows he won’t get hurt by it. He aligns the heart with the head, emotions with knowledge, and that makes him strong.

So many “fatherly” images fail to show the so-called father with any children, so I wanted to make a point to show that. I didn’t want him to be a hands-off authoritarian figure. In this, he’s rubbing whiskey on a teething baby’s gums. The lightning bolts symbolize how dads love Led Zeppelin.

Thank you for this. I 💙💙💙 sharks!

CW: animal abuse, animal death

Please help ending the shark fin trade for good! EU-petition: https://www.stop-finning-eu.org/ More petitions: http://chng.it/zfr2sGHwVv https://www.change.org/p/florida-legislature-please-make-florida-a-state-that-doesn-t-allow-the-sale-and-trade-of-shark-fins https://www.change.org/p/amazon-tell-amazon-to-ban-the-sale-of-shark-souvenirs

I was born in the late nineteen hundreds

Im going to be thinking about this all day...so thanks y'all 🤯

Your header gives me hope that bitch boy euron gets bamboozled with the dragon horn and Bran just aends some ravens to peck his eyes out or summ

Wait hold on I’m thinking..... bran pecking out eurons eyes would mean that Euron really is the bad little boy in old nan’s story.....

Reblogging so I can find this recipe again when it’s time to bake