Asteria: Titan goddess of night, falling stars and nocturnal oracles
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Today I looked back
Today, because of a new job thing, I had to think about how I have spent the last five years of my life. What I worked on, what I studied, what I did when I was not working or studying. It was such a strange experience. Because at first, I could hardly remember what I had done in one of those five years. Because I had neither worked nor studied anything during that time. I could hardly remember it. But I do remember I was depressed. I do remember that it was probably during that year that my mother passed away - I say probably because I still have a hard time today of knowing when that happened precisely without checking. Because brains do weird things when they are grieving. But I had to go back to all of those things, check dates and events, and make sure I didn’t forget anything. For the job things. There was a year where I didn’t work or study. There are many times in my life when I did neither of those things. And I’ve often felt guilty about it. Hell, I’ve felt guilty about the times I *did* study and work, because somehow it didn’t feel enough. I went to look at photos of that time when I didn’t work or study. And I realized than despite everything, I existed. I did things, I had fun. I explored. I probably rested and took time I most certainly needed. During those times when I didn’t work or study, I existed. I still existed. And I’m starting to realize, to wonder...why should I feel guilty for existing? It’s a brave new idea.
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- A Psalm for the Wild-Built, Becky Chambers // kagonekoshiro
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Hanging out with old people rules because after a while they trust you enough to confess to murder totally unprompted
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New micro-fiction and photo are up!

No matter how much time passed. No matter who lived there. The bell was always there, always a presence in the house.
But it was a silent presence. There was never any talk about it, but everyone who had ever set foot inside that house knew. They knew that if the bell was ever rung, something terrible was happening.
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I have to admit, I am a *little* proud of myself that a native English speaker asked me what a word in English meant and I knew what to answer.
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I did a Thing. I thought I could share. I sing in a choir and I really like it, but I have *opinions* about the attire. For a little context, I am the current youngest member of the choir.
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Same characters, 6 chapters apart
Read The Dark Peak Incident here
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Dragons in a modern setting? Yes.

The great dragon migration
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Hello, my name is Nightly and I’m overwhelmed.
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