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I often wish that I had done drugs in the '70s. At least there'd be a reason for the flashbacks. - Rick the Runesinger
Blood and Country
“Barbarianism is the natural state of mankind. Civilization is unnatural. It is the whim of circumstance. And barbarianism must ultimately triumph.” - Robert E. Howard
Tribe of my Tribe
Clan of my Clan
Kin of my Kin
Blood of my Blood
For the Yule was upon them, the Yule; and they quaffed from the skulls of the slain,
And shouted loud oaths in hoarse wit, and long quaffing swore laughing again.
“Experience is what you get when you didn't get what you wanted. And experience is often the most valuable thing you have to offer.”
― Randy Pausch, The Last Lecture
Sneak AttackAvatar picture by the wonderful and talented TJSGrimm.
Nah.. No.
GHD isn't a bling holiday.
You buy nobody nothing, nobody buys you nothing, nobody decorates their front yard with a tableau of wise men going to visit the ground hog with gifts of frankincense and myrrh, and the childers sleep easily at night with dreams of standard cartoony adventures involving psychotic cats and stoopid dogs.
All the ground hog has is Bill Murray.
No shame in that...
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Every moment of a life is a horrible tragedy, a slapstick comedy, dark nihilism, golden illumination, or nothing at all; depending on how we write the story we tell ourselves.
i always knew about it because it is my sisters birthday
MAGIC is MAGIC,black OR white or even blood RED
all i ever wanted was a normal life and love.
NO TERF EVER WE belong Too.
don't stop the tears.let them flood your soul.
my new page here,let me know what you think.
nothing but the shadow of what was
witchvox
http://www.witchvox.com/vu/vxposts.html
I'm Only Responsible For What I Say Not For What Or How You Understand!
The thing I love about groundhog day..is that it hits at a monotonous and dreary part of the year. A part of the year where any one day looks like the next and the last before that. In order to explain our common experience of this profundity of regional weather, we invent a superstition which states that a rat is in some way accountable for the end (or continuance) of this state of affairs.
That's just...chef's kiss.
When anyone begins to suggest that we're not good at superstition, that we get it wrong (said one or one million ways) - I point them this way.
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