I’m going to grab a journal and get some writing out…it’s been a while since I had to deal with the situation I’m in, and I forgot why I love writing.

I need my stories, and especially my poems, so that I can move all of the thoughts out of my head and trap them on a piece of paper, where they can’t bother me anymore. My journal is my Pensieve…I put memories in there, and when I want to relive them, I re-read. Like the evening we walked together in the rain and the sidewalk looked like jewels.

Hoping that this will let me be able to function better, if I can get the bad things out of my head as they come in. Just channel straight from my head, down my neck, along my arm, and out through my pen.

So this is basically just a heads up that at some point I may toss random poetry or a story on here, if I manage to come up with something decent from all the thoughts that are running around screaming.

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bemusedlybespectacled:

if you ever think mythology is boring or serious business or whatever shit

just remember that cerberus, the hell-hound and guard dog of the underworld, comes from the root indo-european word ḱerberos, which evolved into the greek word kerberos, which got changed to cerberus when it went from greek to latin

ḱerberos means “spotted”

that’s right

hades, lord of the dead, literally fucking named his pet dog spot

falling-deeperinlove:

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cirquerevolutionnaire:

femme-in-floral:

Sometimes loving and taking care of your body means eating fruits and veggies, sometimes it means eating pizza and cake.

Sometimes it means going for a walk, and sometimes it means lying on the couch, or both, or neither.

No really.

YES. YES. YES.

litquake:

The red thread of fate is an East Asian belief originating from Chinese legend and is also used in Japanese legend. According to this myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the ankles of those that are destined to meet each other in a certain situation or help each other in a certain way. Often, in Japanese culture, it is thought to be tied around the little finger.

The two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. This magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break.

kali-made:

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explore-blog:

Bath-loving bibliophiles, rejoice! A simple, ingenious system to keep books dry while reading in the bathtub, courtesy of an 8-year-old girl.