#omen?

[damn-these-eyes]

don’t worry - bout a thing. cuz every little thing - gonna be alright…

[arcadenemesis]

Good morning, happy s7 day, I woke up to a thousand of you this morning what the hecc

[wtfrenchteacher]

Happy 2017, tout le monde...

Today one of my most dab-inclined students said “We need to leave dabbing in 2016.” and I think it’s the most hopeful omen I’ve heard for 2017 yet.

[therealcookiedog69]

the woods are full of gifts for me and you

[holy-havoc]

https://www.first-nature.com/fungi/images/bankeraceae/hydnellum-peckii5.jpg Is this an omen too? Or a gift, if much darker than the usual whimsies. A spot of strange white lumps on the ground in the path to his next destination, but dotted with vivid red. Blood. The "devil's tooth", as if spelling out the fate of his next encounter...

He wasn’t the most observant of beings. At least not when it came to anything other than people.

Buildings. Roads. Statues. Trees.

His mind usually lost in other places. More interesting things to think about. He could name at least a dozen at nearly any point.

The mushrooms weren’t even noticed until he stepped on one. It didn’t feel like snow underneath his feet. A smooshing as opposed to a crunching. A sensation that immediately made him stop and lift his foot.

He had never seen a mushroom quite like it before and in the dead of winter?

He bent low to study them, but found that the only real pressing thought going through his mind was whether or not they would get him stoned if he ate them.

Best not to test it.

With a casual shrug, he stood up and continued on his way. Pondering who was the first poor sucker in history to figure out which mushrooms were good to eat, which ones made you taste colours and which ones most certainly brought on a long and painful death.

[whatisthiswitchcraft]

had a dream that I was at a Thursday show that opened with two new songs, both about being a woman

[populationelevator]

this morning I had a dream where a was playing mine craft, and did this for around twenty minutes, and had finally found my first village in the world. I went into the house. The villager said to me: I do not like your dream. I will rupture you. Then I got the you died message saying I got ruptured. Still in the dream, now lucid, I got up from my chair and in front of my there was a man with a schythe. The man with the scythe said nothing. I woke up after he killed me.