Moonlight and starlight kisses the sea
and the water and the earth caress
Before you on bended knee
I give myself to you with a yes
You clasp your collar onto me
Symbol of your breath, your tie
Bound to you, yet also set free
My deepest desires no longer denied
We listen to the waves collide
as the moon bathes us in his light
Our rhythm slow like the roaring tides
Nothing has ever felt this right
I am very pleased and proud to announce that I am now a contributor to the blog Staff of Asclepius at Patheos. As many of my readers know, I am disabled with several chronic conditions (psychiatric and physical), and the issues of being a disabled pagan – how my faith helps me, how my disabilities impact my practise, keeping going with my practise with the challenges I face, taking…
One of the most important parts of my own personal practise is journeying to the Otherworld, most specifically Vanaheim where my elven spirit companions are from and where my soul is from originally. I journey fairly frequently, at least once a day; I have a home in Vanaheim.
A question that I would get fairly frequently when I was Tumbling more – if not the most frequently asked question – is…
(When this began)
I had nothing to say
And I get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)
And I let it all out to find
That I’m not the only person with these things in mind
(Inside of me)
But all that they can see the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I’ve got left to feel
(Nothing to lose)
Just stuck, hollow and alone
And the fault is my own, and the fault is my own
A DREAMY MARVEL SWIMSUIT SPECIAL
I don’t know if this is so many levels of oh-so-wrong or oh-so-right. *cackles* And now I totally want a major swimsuit special. Or just Loki modelling everything and nothing.
for a moment I was hopeful the Heathens have developed their own fandom.
A Fedora is classy as fuck. The Trilby is like it’s douchey younger cousin that is easier to get a hold of but still looks okay if you wear it with the right fucking outfit .
You have been educated.
"This one guy was cute but as soon as he started talking I realized he was a total fucking trilby"
I like it. ANOTHER.
And then there was this morning, wherein post-nookie I said to D “You’re easy like Sunday morning.”
There was a moment of silence, then D cringed and facepalmed, and I cackled at successfully giving him a taste of his own medicine (whicjh I seem to be able to do more often as of late).
D boops my nose and “Brick House” starts playing in my head.
I glare at him, then boop his nose, projecting “Lady” into his.
"SAIL ONNNNN HONNNEYYYYY GOOD TROLLS NEVER FELT SO GOOD," he starts singing in response.
And I have had “Sail On” struck in my head all morning.
So finally I’m like “You know?”
"Oh, all right." He boops my nose and "All Night Long" comes on in my head.
"Hello? Is it relief you’re looking for?" he sings.
y u no
So one of the things D does is give me earworms (“sharing is caring”) and he figured out pretty early into our relationship that he can successfully re-route my brainweasels with earworms of songs I hate (or manipulating my mp3 playlist to play said songs, which he ordered me to download as a form of “discipline”).
I made the mistake of telling him about a month ago that I really hate Matchbox 20, Nickelback, and Hootie & the Blowfish (prior to this he was trolling me with Journey and Europe).
I’ve been having kind of a hard time the last couple days (don’t want to get into it except to say impostor syndrome blows, and being triggered blows) and D. finally put a slew of Hootie songs in my head, and sang along with them in a Darius Rucker impersonation which was pretty LOL-tastic. (I actually love Darius Rucker’s voice, I just can’t stand Hootie as a band.)
So finally I was like “OK if you can’t beat em…” and while we were in the shower the other day I started singing “Let Her Cry” and when I was done, D goes “Wow, your voice actually makes Hootie & the Blowfish tolerable.”
And then I was like, “Tolerable? What is this, damning me with faint praise? HEY YOUR HAIR IS ADEQUATE”
(he does actually like hearing me sing tho)
you ever looked through some of your old writing and you’re like “yo that sucked”
especially if you wrote some actually good shit from that period of time and you’re wondering how the fuck you wrote really awesome shit and really shite shit in the same period of time
or worse, why people liked the really bad shit and were meh about the actually good shit
this post brought to you by me reading shit from 2009
how the fuck has it been five years since then already
White people get mad when you wear a band t shirt of a band you don’t listen to, but they’re fine with wearing headdresses from cultures they know and care nothing about.
So I saw this cute girl going down the street with an amazing ass. I was all “DAMN GIRL, YOU GOT AN AMAZING ASS.” She was like “thanks, there’s a sale across the block, I got him there.” Now I have a pet donkey too, he was five bucks and his name is Leopold. And he hates thunderstorms.
It’s me but mini.
- Jedi: May the force be with you
- Catholic Jedi: And also with you