#burdened

[wiirocku]

Matthew 11:28 (NIV) - “Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.

[missfay49]

he just BECOMES as yggdrasil? he just, you don't understand, he just becomes the tree? the core of time itself? he just wields the power of literal gods and transforms the flow of all timelines into a tree, using the timelines themselves as the fibers and pathways to create a self-supporting structure that he feeds his own power through like life-support? for all of eternity? to keep everyone and everything in existence EXISTING??? he just takes the form of the thing he has grown up knowing about, yggdrasil, for his whole life, dreaming of conquering all sentient life forms on all the trees branches, and instead of conquering it, he creates and powers and guides the very flow of time itself that those people will freely live upon? the symbolism. i'm dying, the symbolism. yall. yalllll.

[bisforbutch]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I KNEW SHE WAS A FED???

[wordsoftheheartandsoul]

I want to look back on my life and say, I lived in surrender. Light found me on the road, tired and burdened, and I learned to let go, learning to live beyond my history embracing mystery, loving the map of where I've been and loving my questions even more because the questions kept me trusting the journey home was worth living for.

Morgan Harper Nichols - How Far You Have Come

[woodruids]

sometimes hal just wants to turn his brain off. is that so much to ask.

[charcoallip]

There are universes written about unrequited love, loss of life, broken dreams and even withered sunflowers.

But hardly anything is ever said about collateral damage.

When you love someone so much they eventually begin to heal.

From injuries both hidden and otherwise.

And how intensely do they heal, leaning on you while you stand as still as humanely possible for them.

Unwithered unaffected you stand, sun , snow and unrelenting rain.

There is sweat and blood pooling at your feet and there are some roaches too

But why would you be bothered? Someone's finally leaning on you.

You give your chest for a pillow, your arm for support while your legs be their blanket.

Bit by bit you give up everything and why wouldn't you?

At the end of their metamorphosis, you are in awe of their wings and how tall they've become. They take to the air, their flight oversizes the universe's own grandeur.

You can't believe your eyes, overtaken by joy you fail to realise your feet don't work and you can't walk, let alone fly.

And before you reach out to them in hopes they'd take them with you they're already shooting stars.

Blinded by their trail, you desperately flail your arms in hopes of grabbing something.

But all you catch is dust.

- shreeman natwarlal

[jannaphia]

⩒ Burdened ⩒

Done during the SmArt School class with Cynthia Sheppard!