[grabs your shirt] listen. listen to me. the practical is holy. the everyday is sacred. the simple act of surviving is divine. do you get it? sanctity begins at home, in the hands that build and the lives we live and the deaths we die and the worms that eat our bodies. if making something by hand is not worthy of veneration then nothing is.
As far as I'm concerned Peaky Blinders is exclusively about that guy threatening to shoot himself
start seeing everything as God, but keep it a secret
put on a glen hansard album while running errands and like ten minutes later noticed that music was playing and was like wow this sounds just like the guy from the frames. i may be stupid i fear
life would be sooo good without my curse
wouldnt it be fucking crazy if words had definitions or maybe specific contexts in which they should be used
my lord i fear i must inform you that you have reblogged a post made by the general whose forces encircle my fortress. please delete it posthaste
people used to be into my posts and the things i say but now they only follow because i control the amulet and they like that about me. oh well
can we see the amulet again please
ugggghhhhhhhhhhhh
Opinions on sandalwood?
we’ve gotta find more things to fucking do on this website
in the club saying shit like oughtn't to
malls are dying because they don't have blacksmith, apothecary, alehouse or peddler's
video essays on horror be like "there's something viscerally unsettling about being put in scary situation..."
sorry that i ended two consecutive messages with "lmao." i don't know why i did that. it looks really dumb doesn't it. i'll edit one to get rid of it. you can end my stupid pathetic life if you want
hard cider was invented when someone decided to make beer that tastes good instead of bad
