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[holyshittywritings]

Poetry trade?

yes,

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The veiled morning blooms

Of every shameful beginning,

Grasp onto the lost sadness,

My wishes and wishes under the moon.

Take me to the mountains where

Happiness is broader than the mind

And lay me on a thousand flowers,

Nothing keeps the truth of me alive.

Crows know of the burning sensation

Like a statue asking to be saved,

I would rather use those hands

To sculpt my own piece of bliss.

Full of nostalgic vanilla melancholy

Always followed by wings of laughter,

Because the rose-tinted memories

Could never truly bleed forever.

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@thevicepope

[neat-deadandlive-things]

Do you have any tips for getting past organic-chem, I’m wanting to go into biology but organic chem terrifies me.

Do all the practice questions, talk to your prof and TA if anything confuses you, and make a friend who knows what they're doing. That's what got me through.

Also get really good at drawing hexagons.

Its totally worth it in the end,

Good luck!

[visardistofelphame]

Where do the Old Gods still hold strength?

Everywhere and anywhere. 

My gods are the moon, the land, and my blood. They encompass both the physical and nonphysical, both the living and the dead.

I am my gods, and my gods are me. We coexist and are apart of each other. 

[delphicsacrifice]

Euphoria?

The first time I smoked weed, I actually only smoked a teeny tiny, scraping the bottom of the baggie amount of weed, and a lot of spice. So if you don’t know, spice is supposedly synthetic marijuana, sold legally because it is sold as a “non burning incense”. What it actually is is an unregulated chemical soup sold in baggies of plasticy, green chips that smell and taste like a rubber campfire when burned. 

I knew none of this going in. I was a little drunk, a tiny bit high, and ready for anything. So my friend hilariously over-packed the bowl of our potato pipe (yes a literal potato), and when we smoked it down he over-packed it again, and when we smoked that down… you see where I’m going. I got really lucky, because as it turns out that night is still standing as the best high I have ever had. It was about six hours of pure, stupid euphoria. See, I didn’t know how much stronger than weed this stuff is. I was convinced our other friend was also high as balls, because everything he said was nonsensical and hilarious. I told my friends how much I loved them. I laughingly accused one of them of turning into a muppet when I wasn’t paying attention. I walked home seeing the sunrise in technicolor, didn’t sleep that night, and the next morning went with my mother and groomed horses for two or three hours, yawning and grinning.

Magical. A week later the same friends told me they tried another brand of spice, each very carefully only taking one hit. One of them cried into the Doritos for a solid hour, rambling about a sinking ship and drowning people, and the other stripped his shirt off and took off screaming down the dark street. He had to be caught and wrestled back into the house to finish his meltdown in relative safety Don’t smoke chemical soup, kids. Shockingly, it is bad for you.

[delphicsacrifice]

That's good! On another note, do you have any advice for telling your family that you're Pagan?

Hmm, I think that depends a lot on you and your family. I never really sat down with mine and had a long conversation or anything. I just talked openly about my interests, and paganism was one of them.

I’d say my advice would be patience, and openness. If they don’t know much about your faith, they might say some less-than-brilliant things. They might ask questions that offend you. Be willing to go over the basics with them and to talk about it honestly. Depending on their beliefs, it might take them some time to get used to it all.

[delphicsacrifice]

Question- Were you raised as a Pagan?

Nope! I was raised in a Christian house. Luckily, around the time I started really taking an interest in paganism, the rest of my family was drifting away from the church as well. I didn’t face much drama, thanks to that. My dad is still Christian, but he seems to just be happy that I have faith in something.

[delphicsacrifice]

Is Pan the same as Dionysis?

No, but they have a close relationship! Pan is a rustic god of shepherds, hunting, debauchery, libido, etc etc, and he is often sited as part of Dionysos’ train. And can you blame them? They have plenty in common, so it’s really no surprise they hang out a lot.

Probably my favorite reference of these two is just after Pan’s birth (Hermes is his father), because it makes it clear that Dionysos loved him from the start.

“Then luck-bringing Hermes received him and took him in his arms: very glad in his heart was the god. And he went quickly to the abodes of the deathless gods, carrying his son wrapped in warm skins of mountain hares, and set him down beside Zeus and showed him to the rest of the gods. Then all the immortals were glad in heart and Bakkheios (Bacchic) Dionysos in especial; and they called the boy Pan [i.e. derived from the wordpantes meaning ‘all’] because he delighted all their hearts."  

Here’s the Theoi page on Pan