Me calling a grown man “sis” during a argument
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apparently my sadist dom comfort zone is medical disassembly. sighs
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if my future self went back in time to visit me in the present i am absolutely taking advantage of them
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Flower.
“In a field on a mountain,
I sway with the wind.
Meadows of
lilies and
roses and
daffodils.
It’s peaceful,
Not heaven.
But it’s all I’m aware of
Lost in an image,
Of where some dreams came from.
He came from nowhere,
With a gleam and glare.
He picked me out
Out of all who were there.
He told me he loved me,
He promised me care,
He knew all the parts to play
To keep me there.
As his chosen one,
His yin to his yang,
The fortunate soul,
Who’s rotting away.
He held me in vases,
Where his eyes could linger,
He did what he wanted-
No matter his reasons.
So,
as I wilt away,
I’m slowly reminded
Of the times that I told myself
‘This is what you wanted’ “
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I’m really obsessed w putting Alfonse in situations where he’s being as polite as possible given the circumstances.
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i love having sudden waves of uncondicional love about life and other things it makes worth living
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It’s raining so much and it’s that cloudy day, super gothic and cozy! I love so fucking much aaaa
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Here’s the next set of notes! Covers episodes 7-9! To answer a question, I do intend to post all of my notes! My slow descent into insanity will be thoroughly documented that way!
Obligatorily, the notes will be under the cut!
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[[MORE]]7. Row, row, row your boat, gently through the fog! They found the island! The Fog. The Devil’s Graveyard is where you bury the heinous people of the world. They meet the Lighthouse Keeper. He’s French. Terrifying. Unfortunately he’s extremely dead because the lighthouse light went out. The Fog Monster got him. Let’s run through the Murder Fog and trip down a cliff! “I can move the toes.” -John. So John has his eyes, left hand and a foot. Happens with Big Panic? Claims Arthur’s the one who killed Eddie. Green flames are good at repelling Evil Fog. The boat’s gone. They’re at the house where Amanda was staying. She goes by Sarah. Has a friend named “A”. Weird symbol on the letter, John doesn’t know what it is. He forgot his name for a minute after she described an entity that preys on weak minds. They found a secret entrance to a cave.
8. Cave goes under the graveyard, the coffins were removed. The widow is alive and acting like a feral beast. She seemed to have a relationship with Antoine, the previous lighthouse keeper. There were ceremonial robes, probably a cult. John’s book symbol has shown up a few times, he’s being a bit funky. Grouchy Mcgroucherson says the unfamiliar symbol is reminiscent of two tentacles. “The King in Yellow” IT IMMEDIATELY GLITCHED JOHN WHAT. Arthur is your Brain Buddy an Eldritch being capable of giving people incomprehensible knowledge? Sarah wrote a letter to Anna. Antoine was at The House. Some guy named Henry died while they were trying to bring Shub Niggurath through. A “thing wearing yellow” came through instead. Ruh roh. The King in Yellow is a threat and it has a small following up in Leary. Arthur killed the Widow, John disagrees, the girls are fighting ): “I don’t need you”: immediately arrested and assumed to be Antoine’s killer. John killed Parker for funsies. Arthur is a suffering wet cat.
9. Big fishing boat in the lake, Caldwell is investigating. The recently divorced couple continues to argue. John’s mad but still being a Seeing Eye Husband. There’s a room on the ship with eyes all over the walls. Captain’s room. Mitchell’s dead, shot three times. Arthur finds two very dead very rotting bodies that seem to be missing their eyes. Arthur’s stomach didn’t take it well. I’ve jumped once or twice so whenever they play the Suspense Strings I turn my volume down in preparation. Arthur hauled a halved diver out of the water who had worms in his body, Good Morning Ms. Prentiss! Caldwell’s gone nuts, he shot Arthur twice in the gut. FUCK ARTHUR WAS SHOT IN THE CHEST BUT AT LEAST CALDWELL WAS BISECTED THE WRAITH CAME IN FUCKING CLUTCH. HE THOUGHT HE WAS GONNA DIE AND JOHN SAID ARTHUR WASN’T ALONE AND THAT HE’D MEET HIM IN THE DARK WORLD AAA FUCK YOU TWO NEED TO MAKE OUT IMMEDISTTEELY ARTHUR LITERALLY FUCKING DIED BUT HE HAS A DAUGHTER??? FAROE. YOU CAN’T JUST END THE EPISODE LIKE THAT I NEED TO SLEEP
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god im so tired of EVERYONE
i feel like when you are a teen and no one understands you but the one that doest understand me is myself, i dont know what i want for me anymore, i dont even like the people that sorround me even though im scared to pull away and its so tiring the fact that i feel like this because of one guy.
he literally drained the happiness of me or something, he managed to make me confused about every single thing by keeping me in this weird limbo of what we were or what i tried us to be, is so borin to keep thinking over and over about the same thing, it was like a butterfly effect that came out of nowhere.
now i feel like nothing makes sense , that too involved in things i dont even like or want im spiraling over nothing and i feel like im going insane at this point, not even my academic achivements seem to matter anymore. i feel like bella waiting for edward.
this sucks.
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True/False: The anconeus originates on the medial epicondyle of the humerus.
[[MORE]]False
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I drew my beloved Vultur Bikephalos and wanted to share it. I use this prayer to prepare bone remains for work, but it can be adapted to any cleansing (even fire limpias!)
Allow yourself to enter a trance-like state through drum and prayer, and envision fire slowly growing from the inside of whatever remains you’re cleansing, and burning away any impurities. After you feel the bones have been “emptied” you may move on to your next step, be it to bless it for it’s new purpose or call the Spirit that will now inhabit it.
I personally do this using a Purge Oil, infused with pine resin, myrrh, frankincense, storax, cypress and cedar. Any combination of these cleansing and chthonic allies will do. Carefully grind the resins down and allow to infuse in a dark place for at least one whole lunar cycle.
Feel free to adapt this prayer to a psychopomp spirit of your own culture!