Pinned
Rabindranath Tagore (1861-1941), poem 85 from “The Gardener”, 1914 Translated by the author from the original Bengali. New York: The Macmillan Company.
It is an hundred years hence now. Go open your doors.
Sin
by 謎の通行人A
art republished with artist’s permission
Follow-up to this thing. Xin Mo is a reliable friend who is definitely not filling his heart and mind with dark whispering.
Thinking of Homura Akemi again. Thinking of how she needs to be more powerful to save the people she loves, but no matter how much she tries, she can't be. Thinking about how she never wins the final fight. Thinking of how if Walpurgisnacht is defeated in a timeline, it needs to be Madoka defeating her; and how that means Homura can never truly stop her from getting involved. Thinking how Homura knew she could never be a God like Madoka and proclaimed herself to be the devil. Thinking of how to Homura, Madoka is selfless, and noble, and pure when Homura can never be any of those things. Thinking of how Homura sees herself as a disposable pawn to aid her queen. Thinking of how Homura's wish was for her to be brave and protect like Madoka, only for Madoka to always be more capable than her regardless of what she does. Thinking of how she seems all knowing externally, but internally she's desperate, and small and powerless. Thinking of how Homura tries to be a savior, Madoka's savior, but she's always stuck being the person being saved. Thinking of how Homura can never be anything like Madoka, even though she desperatley wants to be.
ID: A close-up of Homura's tear-filled eye in Rebellion, with the subtitle reading, "I knew it, they suit you better." The 'it' here refers to Madoka's ribbons. END ID
Thinking of Homura Akemi.
Then when I met you My virtues uncounted Oh, but that goodness Has gone with you now
祝酷拉皮卡生日快乐！（这边忘记发了）
(WIP) Jiang Cheng’s mobile game design… <3
