“Mother of Geckos”
And what kind of mother are you? I wish to know.
Prayers to Venus:
I work at the Getty Villa, and as part of our summer Roman Holidays event, we have an altar to Venus set up, with blank tags so that people can leave prayers to her. I’m not sure if the museum expected the response we’ve gotten, but it’s been really lovely and touching to read all the prayers.
So today as a prank I made a sheet music print out of Miley Cyrus’ Wrecking Ball but replaced the name with “Christmas Time Meditation” and deleted the words and I’m going to put it in the with church music and see if the pianist notices.
He noticed and I can now add “Yelled at by two priests at once” to my list of accomplishments
Fav things: business women commuting to work with occult symbols tattooed down their arms or legs, or secreted on the backs of their necks or insides of their wrists
Wtf is that? A storm elemental?
Ball lightning fuck me all the way up
Excuse me what the fuck is this
Thats a demon
you see shit like this and just realize like… no wonder the entire civilized world believed in magic and shit so strongly. im spiritual myself but if you didnt have the scientific framework, the concept of magic is equally explanatory… the earth shows us crazy shit each and every day
according to wikipedia we still don’t know how the fuck Ball Lightning happens
Sorzan belongs to Noebelle@deviantArt. Gorgeous character, isn’t he? *,* I’m glad i got the opportunity to draw him!
(be sure to view the full-size image as it is 1280px tall)
was driving with my girlfriend and spotted a vulture with a broken wing standing on the side of the road. there was an animal hospital nearby with a wildlife unit so we pulled over and picked it up and drove it to tufts. i think its got a good chance at survival and it feels good to have been able to make the call and help an injured wild animal out
the funniest part of this was showing up at the Tufts emergency room with all these average folks with their dogs sitting politely on leashes in the waiting room and us being two very sweaty, disheveled haggy dykes who are bursting in and nearly running up to the desk holding a vulture in nothing but our bare hands and the look of extreme shock and horror on everybody’s face
The Carving Witch 