#can you imagine if atheists said that after everything they said #”I’d like a burger and fries please. Also there is no God.” #”Happy birthday Mom. Also there is no God.” #”The Avengers was a fucking great movie I want to see it again! Also there is no God.” #”That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life. But there is still no God.”
What would be the atheist equivalent to ‘omg’?
oh my there is no god
I am casually going to reblog this and there is no god.
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I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.
“The words gave her a chill, as they always did. Every noble house had their words. Family mottos, touchstones, prayers of sorts, They boasted of honor and glory, promised loyalty and truth, swore faith and courage. All but the Starks. Winter is coming, said the Stark words.
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And who are you, the proud lord said,
that I must bow so low?
Only a cat of a different coat,
that’s all the truth I know.
In a coat of gold or a coat of red,
a lion still has claws,
And mine are long and sharp, my lord,
as long and sharp as yours.
And so he spoke, and so he spoke,
that lord of Castamere,
But now the rains weep o’er his hall,
with no one there to hear.
Yes now the rains weep o’er his hall,
and not a soul to hear.
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A fountain of burning jade rose from the river, the blast so bright he had to shield his eyes. Plumes of fire thirty and forty feet high danced upon the waters, crackling and hissing. For a few moments they washed out the screams. There were hundreds in the water, drowning or burning or doing a little of both. Do you hear them shrieking, Stannis? Do you see them burning? This is your work as much as mine.
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