In French, the verb blesser means ‘to wound.’ In English, ‘to bless’ is to confer spiritual power on someone or something by words or gestures. When children are christened or baptized in some Christian churches, the priest or minister blesses them by sprinkling holy water on their faces. But the modern word has darker, stranger roots. It comes from the Old English bletsian which mean ‘to sprinkle with blood’ and makes me think of ancient, grim forms of religious sacrifice where blood not water was the liquid possessing supernatural power - makes me remember standing as a boy so close to a scene of violence that the blood of it baptized me. To wound, to confer spiritual power, to sprinkle with blood.
Gregory Orr, The Blessing, pp. 3-4 (via violemment)

hey buds! 

so this year i’m participating in the national abortion access bowlathon with the richmond reproductive freedom project! the goal here is to both raise awareness of economic barriers to abortion care as well as to confront these barriers by raising money to help low income folks pay for their abortions. the money we’re raisin’ goes into an abortion fund which provides financial assistance to clients to help pay for the procedure itself, transportation, etc.

my team, the Tender Troll Kisses, along with other teams in the area, will be raising money in hopes of reaching our goal of $50,000 by April 16th! my personal goal is to raise at least $500, which brings me to the point of this post: please, please, please DONATE! any amount helps, y’all! 

follow the link to donate yer dollas and know yer not only directly helping someone access necessary medical care, yer also helping them direct the course of their own dang life! please reblog, share the link with yer frands +family, etc.! 

thank you thank you thank you!

-enya

I allow myself
the luxury of breakfast
(I am no nun, for Christ’s sake).
Charmed as I am
by the sputter of bacon,
and the eye-opening properties
of eggs,
it’s the coffee
that’s really sacramental.
In the old days,
I spread fires and floods and pestilence
on my toast.
Nowadays, I’m more selective,
I only read my horoscope
by the quiet glow of the marmalade.
Dorothea Grossman, “I Allow Myself” (via oofpoetry)
cinoh:

Brauns, Reinhard Anton (1903)

cinoh:

Brauns, Reinhard Anton (1903)

You have witchcraft in your lips.
William Shakespeare, Henry V  (via hobbitology)
In general I see nobody at the weekends. I stay home, do a bit of tidying. I get gently depressed.
Michel Houellebecq, Whatever (via pocket-full-of-stones)

hey carolina buds, what should i do in charleston? lookin’ for ~1.5 days of shenanigans to get up to. 

obscenegestur:

doorstorooms:

claricestarlings:

al-the-stuff-i-like:

dichotomization:

Devil’s Tramping Ground a wooded section of Chatham County, North Carolina. A forty foot in diameter circle, can be found there. Any objects that appear in the circle will mysteriously disappear or get moved from within the circle. No wildlife, vegetation, or inanimate objects can be found in the circle known as the Devil’s Tramping Ground. This phenomenon was first discovered in the early 1800s and is believed that Satan paces around this circle and ponders about ways to undo mankind..

boy scout troups have tried camping on it, and woken up in their tents a few miles away. Some guys tried to stay up all night in a tent on the spot, and later reported that a soft, soothing melodic voice lulled them to sleep and they too woke up a few miles away

#why is that so cute tho#like most of the time u hear about this shit and its like ‘they got their eyes clawed out or disappeared or died’#but this is like#’casually picks up your stuff and moves it somewhere else or gently sings you to sleep’#like dang thats the most polite demonic circle ive ever heard of what a sweetheart

Let’s dance around a fire there

so awesome

obscenegestur:

doorstorooms:

claricestarlings:

al-the-stuff-i-like:

dichotomization:

Devil’s Tramping Ground a wooded section of Chatham County, North Carolina. A forty foot in diameter circle, can be found there. Any objects that appear in the circle will mysteriously disappear or get moved from within the circle. No wildlife, vegetation, or inanimate objects can be found in the circle known as the Devil’s Tramping Ground. This phenomenon was first discovered in the early 1800s and is believed that Satan paces around this circle and ponders about ways to undo mankind..

boy scout troups have tried camping on it, and woken up in their tents a few miles away. Some guys tried to stay up all night in a tent on the spot, and later reported that a soft, soothing melodic voice lulled them to sleep and they too woke up a few miles away

Let’s dance around a fire there

so awesome

lemondifficult:

Taking mental health advice from pastry recipes.

lemondifficult:

Taking mental health advice from pastry recipes.

To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. Nothing else affects me. Small doses, moderate loves, all half-shades, leave me cold. I like extravagance, heat. Letters which give the postman a stiff back to carry, books which overflow from their covers, sexuality which bursts the thermometer! I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous - lava, inflammable, unrestrained.

Anaïs Nin  (via makemecomeforyou)

the only sweet thing about packing all my shit up to move is finding all the treats i’d purposefully hid for myself throughout my bedroom:

  • a $5 bill
  • a ziploc baggie full of almonds
  • a scrap of paper written by/for me that says “hey there kiddo. you are doing just fine.
  • another piece that says “don’t be scared”
  • a jar of peanut butter
  • two lollipops
  • 3 airplane bottles of vodka
  • a fresh pack of rollin’ tobacco