I think @ some point I got used 2 the feeling that this life was never real, I think that point was relatively early as well.
I have vivid memory of sitting in the car on the way 2 school when I was very young, and thinking that my life must be some sort of entertainment 4 giants, that someone out there was watching me on a small television on their kitchen table, and that their lives must be very long 4 them 2 find my entire life just entertainment.
I feel my life though music, my day-2-day life feels like 1 of the warrior cats maps I used 2 love when I was younger, I move though my life as though it were set 2 that soundtrack, this has been my life 4 as long as I can remember.
I've talked 2 myself 4 as long as I can remember, in my head when I was younger, out loud as I've gotten older, I got used 2 the feeling that I was being watched, I explain my actions as if someone is gazing over my shoulder and judging me, I need 2 explain every little detail over and over again.
It brings me comfort @ times, it is also terrifying.
watching a soft breeze pass through a sunlit patch of grass, the dandelions swaying with the wind. birds chirp and the trees cast soft shadows around the corners of the glade.
this is divinity. this is holy. i feel the ghost of my creator’s touch in every sunbeam and every soft gust of wind.
I love being able to interact with more divinekins, I feel more, me? Though I observe the majority of the time, it feels nice to be surrounded by creatures like me.
you will feel so alive again.. like so incredibly alive. i dont know when that will be but it will be. u are gonna feel so alive that ur cheeks hurt from smiling oh man oh man i promise that day is coming. you do have a future, you do have good things coming, and you’ll survive everything that’s thrown at you until you reach that day
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one simply cannot make the argument that the mechanical is less divine than the natural, obviously I'm excluding capitalism and billionaires in this, but it's made by one's own hands, it conects one 2 others, it moves and ticks in it's own perfect and imperfect rhythm, don't u love it?
To exist is to rot. There is no life without rot. There is no being without rot. You are rot in essence. You are eternal because rot is eternal.
You are rotted and that makes you most beautiful.
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