The Smiths - There Is a Light That Never Goes Out
Great A’Tuin the turtle comes, swimming slowly through the interstellar gulf, hydrogen frost on his ponderous limbs, his huge and ancient shell pocked With meteor craters. Through sea-sized eyes that are crusted with rheum and asteroid dust He stares fixedly at the Destination. In a brain bigger than a city, with geological Slowness, He thinks only of the Weight.
Terry Pratchett, ‘The colour of magic’.
This is fucking better water bending than the entire last air bender movie
Sometimes I think we’d all be better off if the people who mean well would just creep away and die.
Mine is definitely “human soul reduced to pokemon stat”