I Want To Learn Swordfighting, But Like, At Home. Does Anyone Have Any Resources?

too many stories about turning yourself into a monster as a metaphor for pretending to be something you aren't and losing yourself in the process. not enough stories about turning yourself into a monster as a metaphor for choosing to openly embrace yourself even if it's strange to other people

The futility of forcing oneself to appear as anything; the emptiness of seeming-to-be.

You need to practice. Living is a craft, so is love.

But you are on the verge of dangerously veiling everything. The problem is not the magic, it’s that you chose the dark kind. Veil this room in light, veil this room in wonder. Understand that life is rising and falling consistently. You desire creative ownership. But do the right thing. There are days in which I want to sleep through the day. I want to sleep through the day because I want to close, to close myself to the excruciating crushing of life. I want the drug of the dream, I want to float headless. I want to not be affected by blood, pain, bones, or gravity. A rainbowed mass of vision and no form. I want to be full of the beams of fantasy. Sometimes I am like that.

I want to be so full of life. I want it so much I don’t focus. I die among other things. White wine, joints, cigarettes, too many naps, reality television, the mixing of substance. I want to feed without having to feed on anything. I want to be full without having to move. My craving for that pure dark stillness. It is a blackness made only of a blinding brilliance. That stillness which is life in its most basic essence. It is like nothing on Earth. So far here I have only found glimpses.

The witch took her sharp green finger to the fabric of life.

She could not be sure of life.

— Her Green Pedicure, Cyber Diary

& you know what it actually IS lifechanging to smile at strangers & say please & thank you & goodmorning & compliment someones outfit & help someone in need & be more accepting of loving other people just because they are other people!!!

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P.D. Mood boards aren't back, but I've got some queued because I was stressed and needed a release...

had the epiphany last night that the opposite of a bottle of holy water is a cursed molotov.

If there’s one thing to learn from the Bible it’s that God primarily chooses extremely flawed little weirdos to carry out his work

Reasons I would have been burned at the stake for being a witch in the 1600's -

1. Love to read.

2. Love to garden.

3. Love to bake and mix things together in little pots.

4. I study science (I literally have a Bachelor's in biology).

5. I do not want kids.

6. I do not want a partner.

7. My dream is to be a hermit in a log cabin in the woods with a cat and an axolotl as my company.

also is anyone else as haunted by the carnivorous squirrels as I am? i feel like that was brushed aside way too fast. not only is the idea of that ultra fucked up but one of the most loveable characters ever had to endure their wrath. i get nauseous if i think about it too hard.

why the hell am I getting so much Phineas and Ferb content on my dash

would it be cringe if I made this blog like my own diary