The widespread perception of LSD as a uniquely destructive narcotic has to do with the drug’s ability to cause impressive and deeply affecting hallucinations and changes of perception. But compared to legal drugs like alcohol and tobacco, LSD is a blip in the radar and actually one of the least harmful common drugs.

According to a 2010 study that attempted to quantify the social harm posed by each commonly used psychoactive drug in the U.K., compared to the much more common drugs like alcohol heroin, cocaine and even cannabis, LSD is not very harmful to either the user or others. The study’s lead researcher, David Nutt, was dismissed in 2009 from a senior U.K. advisory position for advocating reform to drug laws.

5 harmful myths we need to stop telling about LSD 

aries is:
lady goddess of inevitably,
compulsive and old,
held in regard of emotion.

taurus is:
lady of the soothing of pain,
her hands easing aches,
agony dissipating at her touch.

gemini is:
goddess of the full moon,
illumination at full brightness,
with her silent radiance.

cancer is:
nymph with the isolated island,
soft and lonely heart,
the yearning soul.

leo is:
our vibrant goddess of the day,
her rosy cheeks and golden skin,
hope in the sunrise.

virgo is:
lady of celestial purity,
ambassador of the golden age,
mistress of control.

libra is:
spirit of discretion,
circumspection and caution,
keeps us wary and safe

scorpio is:
lord of rash anger and human mortality,
god with a flaming heart,
cold eyes.

sagittarius is:
the void from which all other creation sprang,
a lord over potential,
the beginning of everything.

capricorn is:
god of the axis of heaven that the constellations revolved around,
the turning point,
dark skin to meld with the night sky.

aquarius is:
lady of nocturnal oracles and falling stars,
triumphant stars shed from the heavens,
her brilliant mind full of the aurora borealis.

pisces is:
god of dreams,
shining eyes as he leans over bedsides,
presses fingertips to dreamers.

—  the zodiac are gods; l.m.

Writing is prestigious, and our spoken pronunciations are sometimes felt to be imperfect realizations of what is written. […]

In contrast, most linguists feel that spoken language is primary, and that written language is a derived system, which is mostly parasitic off the spoken language and is often rather artificial in character.

Some reasons that support this view are that spoken language is far older than writing, it is acquired first and with greater ease by children, and it is the common property of our species, rather than of just an educated subset of it.


Bruce Hayes, Introductory Phonology

Note that signed languages, like spoken languages, are also considered primary for the same reasons.

cut up knuckles from street fights,
his cheekbone is bruised,
his skin is a rainbow of colors,
anger simmers in his veins.

meet wrath.

rings glitter on her fingers,
she spins them round and round,
crunches diamonds between her teeth,
hording like a dragon.

meet greed.

he stays in bed all day,
books piling up next to him,
it can all be done tomorrow.

meet sloth.

she tips her chin up at the crowds,
her lover spits at her,
angry and in tears,
she watches but does not apologize.

meet pride.

her hands claw at shirts,
pulling them over her heads,
filling the room with slick sounds and thick smells,
this is the life.

meet lust.

his hands are outstretched,
reaching for the thing in someone else’s arms,
the world sits before him,
he begs for the object.

meet envy.

she grips the jewels in her hand,
bright flashes catching her eye somewhere else,
there is never enough,
more more more.

meet gluttony.

it’s the whole family,
watch how quickly they’ll kill you,
deadly habits.

—  7 deadly sins; l.m.

Roman Mythology - Proserpine (/prˈsɜrpɪnə/)[1] or Proserpine (/prˈsɜrpɪˌni, ˈprɒsərˌpn/)
Proserpine was a Roman goddess whose cult, myths and mysteries were based on those of Greek Persephone and her mother Demeter (Roman name:’Ceres’), the Greek goddess of grain and agriculture. Pluto fell in love with Proserpine, and carried her off to the Underworld. Ceres searched everywhere, but couldn’t find her. Eventually Ceres refused to let the plants grow any more, and everyone begun to die of hunger. Pluto admitted he had Proserpine, but said she could only go back home if she had eaten none of the food of the Dead. Proserpine had eaten almost nothing, as she was so sad at being kept underground, but she had eaten six seeds from a pomergranate. This means that she could go home, but had to return to her husband for six months every year. When this happens, Ceres stops everything growing, and winter comes.


Mythology Meme -> Mortals -> Philomela

Philomela was the daughter of King Pandion of Athens and the sister of Procne. Procne married Tereus of Thrace and bore him a son, Itys. However, Tereus developed an illicit passion for Philomela. He raped her and then cut out her tongue and imprisoned her so that she could tell no one of his crime. Nonetheless, Philomela wove a tapestry which she used to reveal his crime to Procne. In revenge, Procne murdered Itys and served up his flesh to her husband. Tereus pursued and tried to kill the sisters, but the gods interfered and changed them all into birds.