oh-my-phanta

Hello, I'm Ash and this is my thing. I can be found on Tumblr at ash-and-rust and my phan (ish) side blog oh-my-phanta. 

And now enjoy my rock story that I love too much to delete:

Once upon a time there was a rock. Most people didn't think this rock could feel, but it could. Throughout the years it saw nations rise and fall, people fall in love and get their hearts broken, people being born and killed. This rock experienced more life than most of us will ever experience, yet the most acknowledgement it was ever given was a skipping across a river. The rock didn't quite know how to feel about this however. You may be thinking that it was sad for being overlooked, that was true, but that wasn't all. The rock was also grateful, for if it was overlooked and never noticed it would never know the pain that it saw. It would never be loved, but the rock never wanted love from humankind. Love from humans was something it would never want to have, because even though they had great stories, the humans destroyed everything the rock loved, the trees, the grass, the shining shimmering blue of the river. With the humans and their stories came the grey destruction of innovation and technology. But that isn't all, because to the rock it seemed that humans destroyed everything they loved too. If one human loved something it seemed another human would come along and ruin it. The rock never wanted to know this ruin. So on its final day, when it was to be completely withered down to sand, the rock looked at the shimmering blue of the sky and the rock let sadness wash over it like the waves beating it into nothingness. The rocks final thoughts were full of sadness at the loss of all the things it loved that humans had destroyed, and pity at the humans who destroyed everything precious. When the final wave crashed down breaking the rock apart completely, it felt the first joy it had felt in years; it would suffer through thousands of years of loneliness and destruction no more.