Dear All People Sending Me Go Fund Me Links. You Won't Read This, But I Am A Broke Musician. If I Had

Here is your mission.

i feel like the weather is lying today. i have a coat on because it's cold, but i fear this may be an act of hubris

Can you please reblog if your blog is a safe place for lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender, asexual, aromantic, pansexual, non binary, demisexual or any other kind of queer or questioning people? Because mine is.

here’s the thing about being a person that interacts with warhammer a lot. there is an almost rapid desensitization to the aesthetics, grimness and darkness of it. the scale of things becomes increasingly normal to you. this makes a huge majority of the mainstream things that attempt to be edgy, dark, baroque and ritualistic extremely hard to be impressed by. this has nothing to do with whether something is good or not, mind you. Then this continues within the universe. Few things cause true wonder anymore. I simply find that over time, I no longer see the skulls, the combat churches on wheels, the blowing up entire planets over a couple of cultists, etc. It becomes background information with zero shock value.

what I’m trying to say here is that it takes a real hell of a line to punch me right out of that comfort zone and sense of familiarity, and nothing has ever been as effective as this line from Dan Abnett’s The End and The Death:

who up lording their banner

Daily checklist of affirmations:

Nothing wrong with me

Nothing wrong with me

Nothing wrong with me

Nothing wrong with me

please follow my band @deafracoons on this accursed app. all ye who see this are compelled.

we're like if queens of the stone age had a shit singer

i love not being able to sleep. . .

my favourite part of the day.