Myth is not much to do with the past, but a kind of magical present that can flood our lives when the conditions are just so.
Which is, I suppose, another angle on everything I’ve been saying in public over the last couple of years.
– from A Branch from the Lightning Tree: Ecstatic Myth and the Grace of Wildness by Martin Shaw (UK) (US)
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Jacobi de Ancharano (alias de Teramo), Litigatio Christi cum Belial, verdeutscht - BSB Cgm 48 ([S.l.] 1461)
You don’t often see demons wearing glasses.
Kitsch is just camp in physical form.
it’s just like, why are there cat emojis for loads of emotions as well as normal humans emojis
like, when do i need to express these emotions… but as a cat
they’re not for you… they’re for ME
The angst, anger and self-loathing of the teenage years.
[The Wicked + The Divine Issue 3. Wri: Kieron Gillen. Art: Jamie McKelvie. Col: Matt Wilson.]
What got me about this scene was that it mirrors Lucifer in a way that represents Lucifer’s rebellion as teenage rebellion. But it also projects that Luciferian rebellion onto her demon in an appropriate context. I liked it. It also makes me wonder what Luci’s music actually is, and I suspect it’s the music of rebellion.
You know I don’t do reblogs but this… *shudders*
Let’s nip it in the bud: Not. Shakespeare. It’s from Verdi’s Falstaff libretto.
one of the worst things about becoming educated on social issues is when people are like ‘you used to have a sense of humor’
no i used to have internalized prejudices which i’ve worked really hard to overcome and i realize now that your jokes are shitty
Always reblog this because becoming more socially aware makes you dislike a lot of people
The weirdest difference is the sound of the trains. British train horns have a surging sound. It’s the sound of a hundred and eighty five tons of metal hurling itself towards the future. It’s a lie, but it’s a bright one. Here we come. We’re good at this. We leap into the future at a hundred and twenty five miles an hour.
American train horns are so different. I’d lay in bed at night and…
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Today I learned that if something is labeled H310, then you do not touch that shit.
This is lovely.
This—this is far closer than the weird Raven-Babe a lot of folks seem to imgaine