Writing. Metal. Horror. Occult. Fantasy. Cyberpunk. Sharp things.
Great Lake Rune.
“ Great volumes of water serve as a bulwark guarding sleep, and an augur of the eldritch Truth. “
(Source: g-mangieri-art)
A children’s rhyme about cheaply made swords and why you shouldn’t waste your money on them
A children’s rhyme about cheaply made swords and why you shouldn’t waste your money on them
There once was a blacksmith unskilled Who made swords with which foes may be killed. But he was quite thick-headed, And his pommels were threaded, And his hilts were of rickety build. The smith was approach’d by a knight In search of good arms for a fight. And at his appeal, The smith made him a deal That did not make his coin-purse light. So to and from war the knight went. But his return was in…
High-functioning anxiety sounds like…
You’re not good enough. You’re a bad friend. You’re not good at your job. You’re wasting time. You’re a waste of time. Your boyfriend doesn’t love you. You’re so needy. What are you doing with yourself? Why would you say that? What if they hate it? Why can’t you have your shit together? You’re going to get anxious and because you’re going to get anxious, you’re going to mess everything up. You’re a fraud. Just good at faking it. You’re letting everybody down. No one here likes you.
All the while, it appears perfectly calm.
It’s always looking for the next outlet, something to channel the never-ending energy. Writing. Running. List-making. Mindless tasks (whatever keeps you busy). Doing jumping jacks in the kitchen. Dancing in the living room, pretending it’s for fun, when really it’s a choreographed routine of desperation, trying to tire out the thoughts stuck in your head.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen it written out as if it were describing me exactly.
(via duskirises)
Terms of Human Venery
Recently, a friend and I were discussing terms of venery—collective nouns for groups of animals. A fluttering of butterflies, for example; a pod of dolphins; a shrewdness of apes; a murder of crows; a gaggle of geese; the list goes on. I mentioned that I’d seen a group of Mormons roaming about a neighborhood a few days prior, and it got me thinking—what would Mormons’ term of venery be? In fact,…