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finding out that βdont treat me rough treat me really niceysβ is an actual lana del rey lyric and not just a funny meme phrase was damaging enough to my psyche
but then i looked up the lyrics and not only is that line directly after the lyric βdrugs, suck it up, like vanilla iciesβ (rhyming niceys with icies) but also the first line of the song is βmy pussy tastes like Pepsi colaβ. ms del rey this is disastrous what are you doing
marylander trying to describe a tornado: imagine a crab cake
my first words were wikipedia.com
iβve gotta get out of here
this canβt be happening
I find it so deeply fascinating that there are medieval and possibly even ancient texts (I can't remember specifics rn but I definitely saw one from early medieval Europe recently) that are like "oh if only I lived in an earlier age when there was literal magic in the world"
I feel like nowadays people project that back ONTO the middle ages, but even back then they were like "there used to be magic and now it's gone"
its magic turtles all the way down etc etc
whatever. go my scarab
Dobby Pussy Indulgence
i keep having the same fucking dream every night bro it's driving me crazy. every night all my problems are solved and all the conflicts are over everything is good and "back to normal" and even better than before and some other randomized cool thing happens like i get a dog or find a new band i like and then i wake up!!!!
my favorite video of all time ever
i was baptized by proxy (mom pregnant; said it's good enough to get into heaven by technicality) in a catholic church and have never been in one since as far as memory serves so i think of the entire catholic population of the earth i have the Lowest chance of being pope but i think they should pick me specifically because of that. outside perspectives yknow
X-Ray of hammerhead shark
god is dead
Iβve been a bad girl daddy
Okay go kill yourself honey
On the hundredth day after the new year the heralds come to the doors of the city, announcing the arrival of the Golden Caravan at the farthest stop of its route ; like every year, citizens and travellers will surely gather at the western door to see it come to pass.
Right behind the banners as customary are the sculptor priests, foremost of the stonemason orders, bringing in this year's votive masterwork for the festivities. The black and white steppe oxen precede the arrival of the head guild architect, charged with the safekeeping of the citizens' sacred geometry. The graduating apprentices and newly welcomed novices walk besides the draftsroom carriage, bearing the icons of the Citizen Architects Guild : ardor and patience. Out of the kilns of the imperial workshops come delicate masterwork sought after the world over ; the sister-ceramists are selected from various key regions of the trade system and bring their local styles to the imperial production. Those workshops are the northernmost stop on the caravan's route.
Behind the masons, the torchbearers announce the arrival of the metalworkers' guilds, chief of which the head goldsmith on a palanquin of her own design. The braseros and forges are continuously tended by guild kindlers as to remain lit throughout the entire voyage of the caravan. Second to last comes the host of the manticore, behind the braseros of the master kindlers. It is believed that the creature requires her caretakers to be pure of heart and most diligent ; the honour is bestowed only on the highest performing apprentices of the smithing guilds. On the last day finally, behind the last of the apprentices, the crones of the chain count the days left to craft, keeping misfortune at work away, and, some even say, Death itself.
*experiences a pivotal moment in my life that will change me forever* ok time to open tumblr
great, as if my week wasn't bad enough now I have to attend a Papal Conclave
Been reading obscure Cyrodiil lore on UESP
Did u know Cyrodiil is in the center of Tamriel?
My three girlfriends. And yes, they smoke weed.
wet rat