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Maybe all the things you thought made you you aren’t really…you. Barbie (2023) / Fight Club (1999)
My wedding spell
Of sorts.
It started with the date. I knew it needed to be a sabbat that had the most intense meaning to me. That is Mabon. And this the first intention of the spell was cast.
We negotiated the specifics of the location. Our intention was simple: spread joy, spread happiness. We've already loved each other for so long, so the intent was to lift the veil, as it were, and enjoy a day with people who helped us get to where we are individually and together. That was the balance to be struck.
This particular Mabon was set to be a half moon. Half dark, half light. It is also the autumnal equinox, half the day, half the night. This alignment meant so much to me as it represents how he and I respect one another and divide our priorities while still taking comfort in the whole-ness between us.
Location was tricky. He was leaning more towards isolation with just us, but I reminded him of all the amazing and supporting people we have in our lives. So to balance, we chose a location that allowed everyone to choose their own adventure: Vegas. He was skeptical at first, but this negotiation paid off in the end.
The next intention of the spell was of course the dresses. Balance--one for ceremony, one for fun. Found them both: one longer and ornate and shiny and laced and deep cut neckline, the other shorter, flowy, simple --perfect for running around the hustle and bustle of Vegas.
Next was assembling our story and sending invitations.
After that, the flowers consumed my focus. I knew I would be holding these while we declared our love for one another and I wanted to imbue them with every ounce of symbolism from all my collections of beliefs--colors, flowers shapes, memories. I crafted them from paper, after seeing none for purchase to meet my needs. I shaped calla lilies for faithfulness with the perfect rose gold accents balances with black foliage for protection and green hydrangea blooms for grace and beauty. The last details to make it complete was adding grain stalks representing Demeter, a halo of peacock feathers representing Hera (and marriage). Before traveling I made a small spell jar and filled it with protective, cleansing and comforting herbs and salts, sealed with pink and red wax. I affixed this within my bouquet and felt so aware of the intention of every crafted article when we stood together and committed each to the other amongst so much conjured love and enjoyment.
Rose necklace representing Aphrodite and blue and gold stars and moon earrings. I felt absolutely beautiful, exhilarated, ecstatic and just plain happy.
To further enhance the balance of Vegas, we encouraged our guests to dress as movie characters. For me, to satisfy my desire for absurdity, for him to honor our relentless appreciation for all things movies.
Before the ceremony itself, the Friday night before we invited guests to the Neon Museum -- so prior to any debauchery, at least we had some education (balance!). Saturday before the ceremony, we hosted a movie screening of a dearly loved classic of ours: Roadhouse.
It seems so silly, but this was our way of inviting others to experience and appreciate a movie we've spoken of countless times for all of its ridiculousness. And it was so worth it. Weeks after our wedding, people have brought up this movie with comments on how amazing and absurd it is.
Our ceremony was held at the Sci-Fi Wedding Chapel...housed within the Twilight Zone mini golf. The perfect setting. It was small but comfortable for our intimate group. The music was one of the last negotiations -- a blend of my fun, beat-centric requirements and his sentimental lyrics. We also agreed upon the Shining, Halloween and Batman theme music, with the intro to 2001 A Space Odyssey for what I would walk down the aisle to.
There I was, decked out in my ceremony dress, holding my perfectly crafted flowers, waiting for the second swell in the epic intro of Space Odyssey. When I stepped through the curtains and saw everyone dressed in their costumes (for us!) I was so touched, so surprised, so blissfully happy for every person there. Then I looked ahead and saw my soon to be husband waiting for me. After I met him at the alter, our officiant, a Mr. Herman Munster, walked out to the Munsters theme music.
Herman introduced us and himself, handed the mic to my soon-to-be-husband who had some touching, warm words to say about the his joy in getting married. Then Herman had us repeat our vows (which I couldn't possibly remember now), I know they had some latent innuendo, then swap rings and kiss. He announced us as husband and wife and we promptly joined our guests in celebration and photos.
We took pictures, played mini golf, had a lovely simple dinner of tacos, then we were off for the night traversing Vegas in our wedding attire.
It was just the most perfect experience and I wouldn't trade it for anything.
If these fucking cats would just do 1 job, that would be great. All I need them to do is consistently murder cockroaches. That's it.
The Ruddy cat confidently sniffed at, then immediately ran off from the half-dead cockroach that hobbled through the office area.
Apparently outsourcing strategies for roach removal don't translate well to the feline workforce.
The immediate skin-crawling sensation at having to properly squish it under a sandal was a little overwhelming.
Finished Showgirls. Honestly, after the first half, it does get better in a campy and disturbing way. Of course showbusiness is competitive and petty and chock full of predators. It's seems to take a little crazy to have the boldness to stand up for yourself.
That dinky little strip club was at least honest in how it was taking advantage.
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This guy gets it.
On the reg.
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I sense a secret message!
You’re about to be sacrificed by a cult, but when the demon appears before you, it speaks with the voice of your high school friend and says “Hey man, haven’t seen you in forever!”
"oh, uh, Heyyyyyy!"
"so what's goin' on? How's life been? I mean, I see how it's ending, but what about before all this?" Gestures broadly to the cult group.
Steve, a cult member, "Oh great Demon, let's proceed with the sacrificial bits so we can borrow that power from you.... Know what I'm sayin'?"
"Can it, Steve. I know where you keep your stash. You guys summoned ME, and I happen to know him, so sit your crazy culty ass down and give it a minute."
"oh uh, thanks for that man, would love to chat. Can we maybe take the bindings off though? We've got a lot to catch up on."
"you know, we sure as hell do. Steve, cut this shit. Go find someone else. Younger, less troubled, NOT going through a divorce and preferably a little more toned."
"....on second thought, Steve, just slice me up. I remembered a few things."
i love it when italians argue about italian. like we don’t even know how our language really works we just roll with it
Italian is 107 different provincial languages stuck together with spit and half a prayer
My bf lives in another region and we are constantly arguing about regional variations of words and we both live in the fucking north of Italy
one time i saw a map of italy but instead of cities and roads etc it was just covered w different ways you can say the word vagina. it was covered
oh I can think of at least seven ways to say the word vagina right off the top of my head rn. I can’t imagine what I could do if I tried harder
Fjgkahfmangksoajufnajejgnanfjakirjvjjs
this is the Italian Vagina Map, reblog to… I’m not sure actually. Can’t hurt though.
reblog to Italian season your pussy
Yoga tunes today we're on point. Made me crave more afro Cuban beats. ....I feel like there's a good blend somewhere of rock or pop with Afro-Cuban base. ....the journey begins
Janelle Monae released her latest album "The Age of Pleasure" and I am in love.
I mean, I was in love with her/them well before, but this album has a new self-loving maturity that feels both familiar but different and loose but intentional.
Perfect summer pool vibes.
Spin class today: wildly bad music. We're talking country dad beats from the 90s ish. Could not find the groove. "It's raining men" was the only one to really jam out to.
I'm also realize how much of my day is dictated by whatever tunes I encounter that day.
thank you to everyone putting screencaps and gifs from cunk on earth on here because I just started watching it and I have already choked laughing four times
also, can't believe they got this footage of my partner and me whenever I talk about ancient greek tragedy:
Cunk on Earth(2022) EP2 Jesus
Monty Python and the Holy Grail (1975), dir. Terry Gilliam, Terry Jones
Ah, forever and ever one of the greatest bits ever put to film.
Needs the first part! It was where I, as a wee lad of 16, first heard the words “Anarchosyndicalist Commune”
Not even queueing this, making SURE it’s posted for coronation day.