All Of This. All. Of. This.

All of this. All. Of. This.

Maybe it's just my own experience, but I feel like children take naturally to an animist world view.

I remember an incident in which I was dragged out of a restaurant crying over a green crayon which I'd bonded with, and was subsequently forced to abandon.

Then there was the first time I built a campfire. My family was camping next to an English backpacker, who they invited over for smores (he was appropriately horrified by them). I remember asking my father, A Scientist, if fire was alive, and he told me that it was just a chemical reaction. Nevertheless, I was deeply saddened by the idea of letting my fire die.

After I went to bed, the backpacker stayed by my fire and kept it alive all night so that it would be there when I woke up. I still remember this as the most insanely kind thing a stranger has ever done for me.

Okay, I've gotten a bit off topic and am now just rambling about a nice thing someone did for me, but to return to my point, I think I was already an animist as a child. That or I was just a lonely weirdo who tended to get attached to random things...

So shut your eyes Kiss me goodbye And sleep

hit last of the time lords in my rewatch and thinking about Them and also mcr

🎃☕ Cute October ghosts 👻🍁

Hello there! @solostinmysea I found a thingy. 😏

I can finally share the pieces I did for @variant-zine! This one is of Laurits from Netflix's Ragnarok.

was rereading lokasenna and i this came to me in a vision

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There’s always collateral damage with you and me. It’s our Paris.