wandering, wondering

Welcome! This is a witchcraft/Norse paganism themed blog. All Nazis/white nationalists/racists will be blocked and reported, you are not welcome here. (also this is a side blog; my main is @vikingb-tch)

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Knighton Kington by FiferJanis

[greetingsdr]

[warrenkeelan]

I have a fascination with this liquid. www.WarrenKeelan.com

[whysperingwoods]

Photo by Evergreen Photography

[fonzworthcutlass]

I hope all of yall find $20 on the ground tomorrow.

And I mean that.

[gaze4u-deactivated20201021]

$50 maybe

[gendernihilistanarchocommunist]

a dropped money clip from some clumsy, unobservant capitalist shithead with in excess of $5000 in it

[chaoticprincecloud]

Put it out so the universe can pull it in sis!!

[curatorem]

Cottages are cute

[dogwise]

[darantha]

Two year old idea I finally got done. :’) I’d planned it for May, because mermay, but work got in the way, and then I hoped to do it in June but nope. Ah well, at least it’s done.

You can get the making of resources and hi-res JPEG through my Patreon!

[misplaced-my-notes]

Do you ever sit awake at night, trying to sleep, only to hear something in the hallway?

It’s nothing big. Nothing that would make you think that someone has broken into the house. No… it’s just a small thing. Something that makes you listen. Maybe for a repeat of the sound. Maybe for an explanation. 

But you sit and you listen, straining your ears until you hear the steady rush of blood through your body. Just the real, pounding sound of your own heartbeat against your eardrum. It becomes so loud, you’re listening more to your own living body than the sound you were seeking in the first place.

And for a moment, your own heartbeat sounds much more interesting? Like… why were we so curious about the noise in the hallway when we are a sound so different, so unique, only we can feel our own heart beating against our inner-ears. We are so alive, so constantly in-motion, be are always making sound. Even when we hold still. Even when we are listening. We make sound.

It’s almost alarming. Almost jarring, this “existing” business. The sounds that we make – laughter, breathing, crying – it’s all so different in comparison to the raw essence of being. The beat of a heart. The rush of blood through your body.

It’s nice and distracting. Especially from that noise in the hallway. But then again, existing can be much, much scarier than the thing in the hallway.

[randomslasher]

this filled me with a combination of terror and wonder

[black-bloc-antifa]

[seliphra]

↖This blog will be screamer free on April Fool’s Day.

[midnight-fox-boy]

God please don’t use screamers or flashers. That’s how you hurt people. People with seizure disorders, PTSD, severe anxiety or phobias can be really hurt from these.

It’s childish, anyways.

[birthdaylobotomy]

feel like disappearing into the woods and becoming local moss woman, befriending ancient chaotic entities and discovering secrets the trees aren’t quite ready to let go of. 

[moami]

hey, how long does it take before the forest god comes to get you after you leave a strand of your hair and a fresh loaf of bread in a mushroom circle by the lake? asking for a fr

[2spleenz]

they got her

[odin-n-out]

I’m happy for her

[faengelia]

[skaldish]

The Allfather Odin: Where have you been for the last nine months, Loki?

You sound

a little horse.

[henkheijmans]

Close-up of spooky ghost tree, Mount Rainier National Park, Washington - by William D. Jaynes, USA