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Day 29 - Psychosomatic Bullshit
American Crows in our yard 03/10/2023 Tenants Harbor/Martinsville.
popping back in right before ramadan to drop this here for all my non-muslim friends! hopefully this helps to answer some of the questions people tend to have!
remember to support your muslim friends and neighbors, as islamophobia and acts of hate and violence tend to increase during this month
to all my muslim followers: an early ramadan mubarak!!! stay safe and stay hydrated 💕
اللهم بلغنا رمضان
non-muslims can and are encouraged to reblog!
“i don’t need a list, i'll remember what i need. it’s four things. no need to write it down” thats the DEVIL SPEAKING!!!!!
every night the curse kicks in
i want to sleep i want to smoke i want to watch a show i want to eat i want to draw i want to kill myself i want to read a book. but i just lay here and suffer the curse
Yoko Ono’s Cleaning Pieces
CLEANING PIECE I
Write down a sad memory. Put it in a box. Burn the box and sprinkle the ashes in the field. You may give some ashes to a friend who shared the sadness.
CLEANING PIECE II
Make a numbered list of sadness in your life. Pile up stones corresponding to those numbers. Add a stone, each time there is sadness. Burn the list, and appreciate the mount of stones for its beauty. Make a numbered list of happiness in your life. Pile up stones corresponding to those numbers. Add a stone, each time there is happiness. Compare the mount of stones to the one of sadness.
CLEANING PIECE III
Try to say nothing negative about anybody. a) For three days b) For forty-five days c) For three months See what happens to your life.
CLEANING PIECE IV
Write down everything you fear in life. Burn it. Pour herbal oil with a sweet scent on the ashes.
CLEANING PIECE V
Let a list of arbitrary names come into your mind as you go to sleep. Say “bless you” after each name. Do this with speed, by keeping a constant rhythm, so, in no way, you would hesitate to bless them.
Doing a 100% run in Skyrim is hilarious. I'm a vampire, a werewolf, a cannibal and a vampire hunter. I work for the empire and the rebellion. I just became archmage of the college I enrolled in two days ago. I'm the leader of the Blades, the Companions, the Thieves Guild and the Dark Brotherhood of Assassins. Yesterday I cut a ghost's head off and it died.
I'm Thane of every hold in Skyrim, but all the Jarls hate my guts. They call me a miserable wretch and then offer me the nicest house in the city. I personally assassinated the Emperor, brought him back as a zombie and successfully negotiated a peace treaty with his generals while he wandered around the room snarling and moaning. I've gotten married to every single eligible bachelor and bachelorette in the country and they keep saying yes even though my previous spouses all died mysteriously while getting hit in the head with my enchanted war hammer. I'm pretty sure my horse is a daedra.
Everybody says the elder scrolls are powerful artifacts from before the dawn of time that have been lost to history, but I have two of them in my backpack next to my collection of severed witch heads and a couple of pies. The pies are a treat for my adopted children whom I love with all my heart, I haven't seen them in a while because I forgot which of my mansions I left them in. I have pledged my immortal soul to five different daedric princes.
I'm a serial killer. I'm a legendary hero. I'm an abomination in the eyes of gods, men and mer. I'm a delivery boy.
I am Dragonborn.
When my children ask what the world was like before coronavirus I'm showing them this






