Also I talked about this on my other blogs but it bears repeating.
Dreamcatchers are not witchy. They’re not magical. Their only spiritual meaning is that they were taught to us by an Ojibwe mythological figure to protect our children when they’re out of her reach. They’re essentially glorified and blessed baby mobiles.
What technologies are considered controversial in your world and why?
I was high off my ass last night and had this dream where I was in this dense ass forest and sitting there was a tall woman. She was so tall I couldn’t see her face but she was wearing gold and I was like “uh…hi?” And she said “I made you, do you know that?” And I nodded and she was like “I hear your thoughts. Why do you hate my creation? Why do you try to destroy yourself? I made you perfect as you are. Please don’t break my heart”. Then she started crying and it flooded and I woke up with fucking heart palpitations like what does it Mean™️????
Hmu if you trynna be a 90’s butch and femme couple where I read you my poems in a meadow with your head on my lap (I dare you, you won’t)
no i didn’t skip that song because i don’t like it, i skipped it because i don’t have the emotional stability to listen to it now
Her: I bet he’s thinking about other women
Him: People always go on about finding Cleopatra’s tomb but they are completely forgetting the circumstances of her death. She killed herself so that she could not be paraded through Egypt and Rome by the Romans, and its unlikely she would have wanted her body to suffer the same humiliation, so it’s reasonable to assume that her body would have been destroyed before the conquering forces got there. Moreover, even if that failed, the Romans would never give her a proper Egyptian burial and would have either destroyed her body or saw that it was disposed of without honours, ie in a pauper’s grave. It is therefore incredibly unlikely that we shall ever find the tomb of Cleopatra, and indeed, that it ever existed in the first place. History is written by the victors, afterall, as these ancient rulers were well aware.
When I am working my hardest I think of the sweat forever on Your hardworking brow Keeper of the forge Eternal shuffling feet, ever busy
I think of You particularly In that snippet of wakefulness in the morning Where I choose between the things that need to be done And the innate procrastination that all mortals carry inside them You are in every conscious decision I make to do what will profit Me My loved ones And the ones around me You are in every drag of feet to the bathroom Despite fatigue, hangover, pressing anxiety, Or the plentiful days where I hate every single inch of my body
Forge-dweller! I thank You for Your honour and Your duty That bleeds even into the domain of Your blessed wife Aphrodite: I have a duty and an honour to love and cherish my self Even on days where it is so difficult to do so that I can’t breathe
You are the necessary industriousness of love The ever solid backbone of duty The calm veneer of steady work Towards a glorious reward
Hail to you, Hephaistos!
James Corden Responds to Bill Maher’s Fat Shaming Take
Irish people; The faeries aren’t real
Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring
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