Completely Platonic Cigarette Lighting With The Worstie While U Nurse A Broken Rib

Mythology Olympics tournament round 1

Propaganda!

In Egyptian mythology, Sekhmet is a warrior goddess as well as goddess of medicine. Sekhmet is also a solar deity, sometimes given the epithet 'the eye of Ra'. She is often associated with the goddesses Hathor and Bastet. Sekhmet is said to breathe fire, and the hot winds of the desert were likened to her breath. She is also believed to cause plagues (which were described as being her servants or messengers) although she is also called upon to ward off disease and heal the sick.

In Norse mythology, Skaði is a jötunn and goddess associated with bowhunting, skiing, winter, and mountains. Skaði is the daughter of the deceased Þjazi, and Skaði married the god Njörðr as part of the compensation provided by the gods for killing her father Þjazi. In Heimskringla, Skaði is described as having split up with Njörðr and as later having married the god Odin, and that the two produced many children together. In both the Poetic Edda and the Prose Edda, Skaði is responsible for placing the serpent that drips venom onto the bound Loki.

why is this picture getting to me so much

Witch aesthetics: Cosmic witch

Human beings b like. *sits and stares peacefully at a fire* *sits and stares peacefully at the ocean* *sits and stares peacefully at a sleeping animal*

so so sooooo sexy when tv shows end when they're supposed to. so sexy to have a thematically coherent & significant narrative and follow it to its natural conclusion. I'm salivating

It will always be more than just a show…

February. Cool sheets and warm limbs. Champagne truffles. Lace bras. Long afternoons in the library and evening dance courses. A full agenda. White chocolate. A trace of perfume on a cashmere scarf. Love letters by Woolf and Nabokov. Lipstick kisses on teacups. Evening walks in rosy-cool dusk. Tender sensuality.

How do I do it? How do I escape the capitalist life—how do I reclaim this language? The language of a slow sunrise. The language of salt and blood. The language of 10,000 stones. The language of sleeping stars. The language that gives me my name.

— Angel Dominguez, from “[Dear Diego],” Desgraciado