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Grad school is lying to you. You can indulge fixations on obscure topics on your own time. You can sit in a library color-coding notes on articles printed from JSTOR for free. You can argue with dead philosophers in essay format whenever you like. Academia is a state of mind.
Someone captured the solar eclipse on an airplane
really recommend getting a partner with a different religion than you and very little knowledge of your religion because the opportunities for explaining things to each other are just exquisite
yesterday she told me some story about the Buddha's wife and child and I was like. Wait. He fucked? And she was like yeah of course he fucked, why wouldn't he, he was the most attractive and loveable and and wise and etc. person who ever lived. why would he not fuck.
this morning she looked perplexed in the kitchen at me and said "did Jesus not fuck?"
If you were wondering about the singing voices of the angels that carry the throne of Hashem, wonder no more
I feel like rabbinical school suffers from a real lack of memes and I am here to correct this wrong
If you were wondering about the singing voices of the angels that carry the throne of Hashem, wonder no more
THEYDIES AND GENTLETHEMS. 🔮 You are cordially summoned to the April convening of the Hudson Valley Sorcerous Arts Society. (Now with open cafe!!!) 🧙🏽
We're moving to a format of discussion one month, hands-on the next, in response to the positive feedback from March's stick crafts. 🪄 To bridge the gap between last month and next, discussion topics for April will include both Cool Sticks: A Practical Guide, and Seasonal Rituals: Holy Moly It's Frickin Spring. 🌸 Please come join us! As always, feel free to bring any show and tell, regardless of whether it's on topic. 💎
See you soon! ✨
This is not a dream.
The video camera is plugged into the VCR, allowing it to record itself being poked and prodded.
GIF’d version of Vide-Uhhh! (2005)
you are literally so so so right you’re the most correct ever
Shout-out to all my robotgirl followers and mutuals
Die Loreley
Ich weiß nicht, was soll es bedeuten, dass ich so traurig bin; ein Märchen aus alten Zeiten, das kommt mir nicht aus dem Sinn.
Die Luft ist kühl und es dunkelt, und ruhig fließt der Rhein; der Gipfel des Berges funkelt im Abendsonnenschein.
Die schönste Jungfrau sitzet dort oben wunderbar; ihr goldnes Geschmeide blitzet, sie kämmt ihr goldenes Haar.
Sie kämmt es mit goldenem Kamme und singt ein Lied dabei; das hat eine wundersame, gewaltige Melodei.
Den Schiffer im kleinen Schiffe ergreift es mit wildem Weh; er schaut nicht die Felsenriffe, er schaut nur hinauf in die Höh.
Ich glaube, die Wellen verschlingen am Ende Schiffer und Kahn; und das hat mit ihrem Singen die Lore-Ley getan.
--Heinrich Heine
consignment! store!! finds!!!
Have licked the chalice and can confirm it has terrific mouthfeel.
Have not yet licked the cassette.
2024
Medium: acrylic, pearlex, and drool
Dea, magna dea, cybebe dea domina dindymi
Demitte me tuo furor parvu, obsecro, ut furor magnum petransit me
Agdistis! Hail to our sibling, our ancestor, our lover, the daemon who haunts and holds us
Agdistis, in this wild night, with the frenzy in our bones, every howl is your name,
Agdistis, we call to your bottomless hunger, your monstrous compassion, your alchemy
Agdistis, we call to your wild grace, your unstoppable fury, your power
Dea, magna dea, cybebe dea domina dindymi
Demitte me tuo furor parvu, obsecro, ut furor magnum petransit me
Dea, magna dea, cybebe dea domina dindymi
Demitte me tuo furor parvu, obsecro, ut furor magnum petransit me
We have bound ourselves tightly for years to protect against the storms
Have clung to control like a buoy in uncertain waters
With gratitude and praise for buoys and chains that got us here
With grace and curiosity to step into selves that no longer need them
Here we pray:
Let all that has flooded us pass through us
Let the locked doors be opened
Let the dammed waters flow
Let the shrapnel be pulled from the wounds
Agdistis, accept our offerings
The broken chains, the ruined dams, the flakes of rust broken off our hearts
Lay your lips on the wellspring of our chests and drink the terror as it flows there
We give up these barriers and accept and welcome the rushing waters behind them
Take them as they burn, let the smoke open the way between us
As we release the last of it into the fire, into your waiting mouth
Dea, magna dea, cybebe dea domina dindymi
Demitte me tuo furor parvu, obsecro, ut furor magnum petransit me
"this guy was so much of a wingnut that he simply could not be left alone or he would spiral out and literally die from god" RELATABLE
these two different things that i like are actually very similar and connected to each other in a way if you just look at it with the keen eye of a total nutcase
My darling, my incense, my wedge, my weapon, I dare you to want everything that you want. With your eyes full of earth, your belly full of stars, your cunt full of wonder, Take my hand, put your hand in my jaws, let the yes inflate inside your teeth. Eat the fruit, don’t eat it, it’s nothing to me. I just want you to be full of something. If you decide you want to put your feet on the trail I walk You have to shed all your old stockings and peel yourself raw Until your juice sinks into the earth, just a gentle rain at first And then a flood. I have eaten the fruit. I choked out the person they were trying to make me be, Laid her back arched like a cave mouth across the altar of my own pleasure And spilled her juice across the tongue of the earth. I traded my tits For a mouth that can open wide enough to eat the world, A noose of a body. What you do is yours; I am only here to make you know What can be. Darling, I dare you to want everything that you want.
-- Eden
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