#thank you so much for the description
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Sir Gallus the Brave
I have a really complex relationship with religion, but here’s something positive
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There is little I love more than religion
Religion is reflections humanity makes of itself
Nothing else shows how vast and bright and beautiful we all are
While at the same time showing that beneath every culture, difference, and complexity / we are all trying to answer the same questions
I love the all powerful and infallible
I love the many flawed
I love the company of collective experience and energy
I love past lives
I love clear cut lines
I love when it’s nebulous
I love the sun and the moon
The innocent and the horrid
The wise and the conflicted
I love lord after lord of weather
Patron after patron of arts
Mother after mother of witches
I love old gods breathing
I love old gods dead
I love old gods revived
I love religions sung
And danced
And written
I love humans called to destinies
I love ethical dualism and judgment
I love everything alive at its core
I love nonexistence and impermanence
I love the million ways the world ends
I love the passion
I love holidays turned commercial
I love private traditions between friends
I love spiritualities created by young girls on long car trips just noticing how green, present, and powerful the world is
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I love them aksmsmd
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tiktok from @.bow_asintakea_rawn
A brunett of indeterminate gender with short hair wearing a dark paisley waistcoat over a white button up sits in front of a bookcase. They speak with a faint Eastern European accent.
“Ze difficult thing about being a vampire who is Deaf…is I cannot turn into a bat. Well, I can turn INTO a bat…”
A bat flies into a bookshelf with an audible *smack*.
There is a beat, and then back to the vampire.
“…echolocation is a little bit embarrassing.”
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[ID: Several pictures of commemorative plaques outdoors. They read:
“In loving memory of Huw Davies. Used to sit there and shout ‘Fuck off!’ at the seagulls”
“Dedicated to Hayden Kays. Forever missed by his friends and family. He’s not dead yet. He’s just become increasingly anti-social. ”
“In loving memory of George Moriarty, who was too fond of the craic, the beer and the fat women. R.I.P.”
“Meriel, not Muriel! Meriel Pope 1960 - 2017. She loved Southwold, tally-ho!”
“In memory of Mavis Janky, non-charismatic and sort of sour-smelling”
“In memory of Roger Bucklesby, who hated this park and everyone in it”
“Jim Addison 1948 - 2013. I came back as a bench. If life seems jolly rotten, there’s something you’ve forgotten…”
“Dedicated to M.R Atkinson. 'Not dead, just likes plaques.’ August 2021”
“In memory of René Lauener 1916 - 1993, who liked to sit down”
“'Dirty old bar maids need love too.’ In loving memory of Pearl Dellinger 1920 - 2009”
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