joyful lad

I’m told this is normal in southern youth church camps!

At the end of the day we gathered in a circle and sung to god to save us and a white guy dressed in white on a white horse road in through the gates and told our “oppressors” to leave and they did. So we “won” in the end through our unwavering faith!

It was weird and odd and that sealed the deal.

We were told to run into the woods and hide and find “safe havens” to keep from our camp consolers dressed in black with water guns (spray painted black to look real). If they found you they put you in a storm cellar and used hoses and live chainsaws to “give you a fun scare”.

Maybe not a thoughtful answer but that’s what it was. Everyone at my church was nice and there was nothing horrible that happened within in. However, I did go to a Christian church camp and they had us go through what was basically a simulated gathering and slaying of campers for their faith.

I had horrible OCD rumination about everyone dying from when I was maybe six, and the concept of heaven was illogical to me, and too good for the bad people I knew. When I was a teenager I liked being different and the attention that denouncing religion gave me. I don’t think that way now but idk!🤷

I Don't Love YouTube video by Have a Nice Life - Topic

Loud wall of sound as angst for my nightkin who wont say that she loves anyone youtu.be/bExFkJezqxE?...

ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ's ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ

✣ #songoflyra ✣ #gposers ✣

ᴍɪᴅɴɪɢʜᴛ ʀᴀɪɴ

✣ #songoflyra ✣ #gposers ✣

. reflection

a picture of ariadne, a woman with pale skin, jet black hair and light purple eyes wearing a bright red corset, bright red lace gloves an lace hose and matching strappy heels. one of the heels is caught in the back of the lacy tights over one ass cheek, pulling it up while ariadne looks off to one side with a self satisfied grin, face and collarbones dotted with kiss marks. over one shoulder she props a rifle, and drawn shell casings litter the black silk under her

[ lover killer ❤️ ]
#wardeneater #wardeneater:ariadne

comics panels of a fancy fireplace; a man laying on a Persian type rug with his coat and shoes on

& today: the horrifying rug & fireplace. have been putting off drawing these despite this being the opening page of the scene. it's winter, still, sort of, I'm tired

Yes she already can’t see. Imagine a full bang…

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ — vi, winter —
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ #gposers + #leolights
⠀⠀⠀ #miqomarch + #holedits
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Fiadh deserves a micro bang

They look as if something is fast approaching from the tree line

Me and the pod after puffing on the boohbah dream lotus penny roll

“My uncle was friends with ozzy” sure. My grandma invented a commercial sandwich spread but gave the revenue to charity. Sure thing. It’s fun to say things. How do u know that isn’t true? How do we know if we are being lied to and do we care? I don’t care. I like who you made urself to impress me.

A big flaw that I carry is that there is always a whisper of suspicion in the back of my mind towards everyone. I think ppl just make shit up. I’ll play along but I also think. You’re trying to be interesting. You’ve concocted a facet of personality. Me too, girl. It’s all harmless fun anyways.

I’m lucky. I’m the luckiest person I know and the luckiest person you will ever meet. I won’t elaborate.

Arise of the Firebird
Watercolor painting
#fairytale

neigh!

#gpose

I ate up 2 edibles and there is a lasagna in the oven and I intend to swap between courage the cowardly dog and ed edd n eddy while I play TFT on my phone

A Pond with Birch Trees (circa 1910) by Latvian landscape painter and educator, Vilhelms Purvītis (1872-1945),

Oil on cardboard

Latvian National Museum of Art, Riga

#art #painting #artist #BlueSkyArt

It’s giving this

Fiadh is able to to perform “miracles” but they only come by the afflicted taking her blood, and they in turn become a thrall or a childe. She can manipulate plant matter and is able to so fetes such as casts and stints. Scars left from her healing are often deep and grotesque. It’s unnatural.

And it was for naught because he just couldn’t be cured of his disease. He passed away regardless and now she has barely a sliver of her previous ability. She would never take from the world around her, it goes directly against what her mother taught her; so, now she simply offers care and hospice.

Healing is mostly consistent with the lore, in that aetherical healing is only able to support and speed up the healing process. For Lilibet, she often exerts her own aether at a large detriment to herself. It is an exchange, and she has little to no “magic” from giving so much to her husband.

who does she think she is

i heart my evil girlfriend

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