cinderella's ugly stepsister: i hope jakey dies. in fact [mad glint in her eye] i might just kill jakey myself
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cinderella's ugly stepsister: i hope jakey dies. in fact [mad glint in her eye] i might just kill jakey myself
Czesław Miłosz, from "Notes." [ID in alt text]
Heimdallr is the name of one: he is called the White God. He is great and holy; nine maids, all sisters, bore him for a son. He is also called Hallinskídi and Gullintanni; his teeth were of gold, and his horse is called Gold-top. He dwells in the place called Himinbjörg, hard by Bifröst: he is the warder of the gods, and sits there by heaven's end to guard the bridge from the Hill-Giants. He needs less sleep than a bird; he sees equally well night and day a hundred leagues from him, and hears how grass grows on the earth or wool on sheep, and everything that has a louder sound. He has that trumpet which is called Gjallar-Horn, and its blast is heard throughout all worlds. Heimdallr's sword is called Head. It is said further:
Himinbjörg 't is called, | where Heimdallr, they say, Aye has his housing; There the gods' sentinel | drinks in his snug hall Gladly good mead.
And furthermore, he himself says in Heimdalar-galdr:
I am of nine | mothers the offspring, Of sisters nine | am I the son.
Snorra Edda: Gylfaginning (trans. Arthur Gilchrist Brodeur)
Another raku fired sculpture! This one can be hung on a wall. It will be available Friday, June 12th at 8pm Eastern time.
I say to my breath once again, little breath come from in front of me, go away behind me, row me quietly now, as far as you can, for I am an abyss that I am trying to cross.
— W.S. Merwin, The Book of Fables (Copper Canyon Press, 2007)
A Little Light - Lossapardo , 2024.
French-Senegalese , b. 1996 -
Acrylic on canvas , 35 x 45 cm.
Lieve Verschuier - "Comet Above Rotterdam" (1680)
I’m me. First, last and always. love love love her attitude
Leonora Carrington (1917-2011), Tarot, Major Arcana.
Phillip Light
Listening to Neil Gaiman’s fantastic Norse Mythology audiobook at the mo, so I wanted to draw some MCU Asgardians in vaguely traditional Viking dress.
Thor and Loki for now, but I’m working on the girls!
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cicero voice our late roman republic is. hold on why is it called that. what is happening. w
"Threads of Life" (2026) by artist Chiharu Shiota | Ph: Sunhi Mang
I play my part faithfully so I, too, can get to his heart. Every time, he hurts me until I bleed and scream. Then he is satisfied. Then he feels alive. In the dark... only he knows it's all real.
色, 戒 / LUST, CAUTION (2007) dir. Ang Lee
i have been noticing recently that people younger than me are too sensitive, while people older than me are not sensitive enough. which, if i'm correct, should be taken as a sign that the total reality penetration vortex is operating as intended -- within as few as five or six generations we may very well be producing babies who can directly perceive the wound at the heart of the world
fuckkkk my sacrificial lamb has started hanging out with the scapegoat
Amazing