This is who I am. Escapist. Paradise seeker.

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Actual Norse Mythology:

Freya: *asleep in her bed when the phone rings. She picks up the reciever without saying a word.*

Odin: FREYA! YOU HAVE TO HELP US! LOKI AND I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE EXTREMELY FUNNY TO DISGUISE OURSELVES AS DWARVEN PROSTITUTES AND INFILTRATE THIS GIANT KING'S PALACE BUT NOW LOKI IS PREGNANT I'M ENGAGED TO SEVEN DIFFERENT GIANTS, THERE'S THIS HORSE! CALL THOR SO HE CAN HIT THE PROBLEM REALLY HARD AND-

receiver, unplugs the phone,

and goes back to sleep.*

𓄿 John Childermass 𓄿

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦-𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘳.𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘳. 𝘍𝘰𝘹𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳,𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵; 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨,𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳.