This weekend my little yule goat guy and two other masks will be displayed at Nordsken in Skellefteå, a games-culture-art convention. Today was the opening but the exhibition will be there until Saturday with lots of cool art to check out.
“There was a time I used to look into my father’s eyes in a happy home. I was a king, I had a golden throne. Those days are gone, now the memory’s on the wall. I hear the songs from the places where I was born. Upon a hill across a blue lake, that’s where I had my first heartbreak. I still remember how it all changed. My father said, "Don’t you worry, don’t you worry, child. See heaven’s got a plan for you. Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now.“
today i heard a girl say “it hot as the devils pussy out here” and since then i havent been the same
Uuufffffff. Y’all I do not know how to do this. My over-thinking and anxious tendancies are warring with my general bad bitch mentality and they are winning.
love for the girls of midnight,the ones with alluring gazes and heart-shaped lips. The girls who are painted pretty in dark lipstick and bold brows, weaving their fingers between your’s while watching the moon dance.
love for the girls of dawn, the ones with wake you with gentle and loving whispers. The girls who sketch their existence in the corners of notebooks and your mind, hiding curious smiles behind the back of her ink-stained hands.
love for the girls of noon, the ones napping stilly besides open windows and tabby cats. The girls who plant lazy kisses across your jaw and make a pillow out of your shoulder, eternally content with the intimacy of comfort.
love for the girls of dusk, the ones with beautiful voices that lead you home to their embrace. The girls perfumed with oregano and rosemary, studying old recipe books beside the stove and laughing freely at simple miracles.
i love how in “flotsam and jetsam,” when they’re sitting smoking in the ruin of isengard, pippin observant took is completely convinced that saruman is just some dude with a cool looking house. just sitting there smoking weed like “oOOOoooo i’m saruman, i’ve got mAcHiNeS.” pippin’s takeaway from the ents wrecking saruman’s shit is that saruman isn’t even that powerful, just fooled everyone into thinking he was with his cool house and machines, and how cool can those even be if treebeard can stomp on them, hmmMMM?
aragorn is like “pippin he helped create the universe i’m pretty sure he’s actually powerful”
and pippin just insists that no, he’s just some loser dude with a cool house. like he’s not even smart. look around you, strider, do the math.
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