"...from the scientific standpoint, we cannot say that magick is any more or less than a form of applied psychology...which helps us to attain a greater level of understanding and control over our individuality. It's good for you for many of the same reasons that meditation, yoga, mindfulness, etc. is good for you, it's just a more elaborate application of similar principles."
(i found this somewhere on the internet years ago and i can't find the original source)
bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.
anyway this used to be the blog for my "Cognition Project" world-building exercise, so if you still wanted to see that go to @cognitionproject
let’s be spherical with mama
had the epiphany last night that the opposite of a bottle of holy water is a cursed molotov.
I just don’t get it. How can our society act so goddamned normal about seahorses. How can anybody so casually accept that that’s a fish???
This is one of nature’s most anatomically perverse of all beasts. A FISH, like a carp or a bass or a beta is a fish, but it bent its body straight up only to bend its head permanently back down. It stretched its skull into a pipe. It tapered its tail like a lizard, specifically like a chameleon. It can also move its eyes independently by the way, you know, like a chameleon. Fun fact, it can change color to express its mood, like you know whatever does that. It doesn’t properly swim anymore. It buzzes its few remaining fins like an insect’s wings to float itself around at a snail’s pace. It lives its whole life clinging to coral branches or seaweed, which means it decided to become a “tree dweller” in an environment where gravity didn’t even matter anyway. The males get pregnant. They make noises at each other by rubbing some of their neck bones together. Every day, EVERY DAY a mated pair does a little dance and a little neck bone song so they remember which two seahorses they were. They’re a beautiful precious obscenity. Nothing so adorable ever made such a strong case against a logical creator.
They have as little skin and meat as they could get away with. Their skeleton is almost all they are.
You know what, I'm gonna say it. I enjoyed the Minecraft movie. Was it the best movie? No, but it's not supposed to be. It's not trying to take itself seriously, and that's the point. I just found it lighthearted and fun.
also is anyone else as haunted by the carnivorous squirrels as I am? i feel like that was brushed aside way too fast. not only is the idea of that ultra fucked up but one of the most loveable characters ever had to endure their wrath. i get nauseous if i think about it too hard.