Pook's Hill

There’s a kind of love that starts loud,

like an old car engine that tricks you,

you think it’ll run forever

because it’s noisy,

because it shakes the walls,

because it makes you feel alive

after too many quiet nights.

You sit in that noise for months,

believing chaos means connection,

believing hunger means passion,

believing pain means proof.

You ignore the small silences

that sneak in between the laughter.

You tell yourself it’s just life,

it’s just stress, it’s just timing.

But love doesn’t starve you slowly.

It doesn’t make you watch the door

like it owes you something.

It doesn’t turn into a negotiation

about who cares more,

or who said what first.

Real love doesn’t vanish

into unanswered messages

and cold half-smiles.

It isn’t a job interview

where you prove your worth

over and over,

hoping they’ll remember

the version of you they once adored.

It isn’t a guessing game

played with someone

who’s already half gone.

Love, when it’s right,

makes you softer, not smaller.

It fills you up,

even when life is taking things away.

It doesn’t make you chase crumbs

and call it dinner.

True love would never require you to beg for attention, nor would it force you to always be asking for more time, for if these are not already joyously offered. love has surely withered on the vine.

The ‘Roman emperor’ Sponsian is known only from an assemblage of coins allegedly found in Transylvania (Romania) in 1713. They are very unlike regular Roman coins in style and manufacture, with various enigmatic features including bungled legends and historically mixed motifs, and have long been dismissed as poorly made forgeries. Here we present non-destructive imaging and spectroscopic results that show features indicative of authenticity. Deep micro-abrasion patterns suggest extensive circulation-wear. Superficial patches of soil minerals bound by authigenic cement and overlain by oxidation products indicate a history of prolonged burial then exhumation. These observations force a re-evaluation of Sponsian as a historical personage. Combining evidence from the coins with the historical record, we suggest he was most likely an army commander in the isolated Roman Province of Dacia during the military crisis of the 260s CE, and that his crudely manufactured coins supported a functioning monetary economy that persisted locally for an appreciable period.

He’s called, Bigfoot!

Shhh sleeping

Modern Witch Tarot Deck Q & A

Will there be a full deck?  -100% yes. I’ve found a publisher, more details soon!

When will it be released?  -No exact date yet, sadly. Designing 78 cards takes time, but I’m working as fast as I can!

Will there be an accompanying book? -Most likely there will be.

Sorry to everyone interested that I can’t give more specific answers yet! I promise I’ll post more info when I have things solidly in place. Progress is slow at the moment because I can only work on these cards in my spare time, but that will change in the upcoming months.

2.  which lends poignancy and power to the attempt by the choctaw nation to send food to starving irish people. 

3.  there was much fanfair about this in the british press at the time, because of course the british government was lying to its own people about what they were doing.  it’s convenient to blame natural disasters like “famine” when in fact it is mass murder– kinda like what’s going on in yemen right now.  but to conclude, what didn’t receive a lot of fanfair in the british press is the fact that much of the corn and other food the choctaw nation attempted to send did not go to starving irish people, it was essentially hijacked and went to feed british pigs and livestock.

Now, as you can see,

we went ahead and took him in, because the life and health of Rory Tiberius Weasley III cannot be measured in dollars, but … Jesus Christ, $1200 is a lot of fuckin money, man. 

Ursula K. Le Guin, Steering the Craft: A Twenty-First-Century Guide to Sailing the Sea of Story (via allthingslinguistic)