darkarcader:

"In a corner of this twisting city, like a hornets’ nest constructed into a crack in a wall, was the shop. Its windows caked in enough dust to remind passers-by of hard times and customers of the quickly setting inner-city sun. I would find myself outside its door, no sign of disturbance or…

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queensimia:

palavenblues:

holy shit there is a name for it

Well damn. Explains a lot.

Suddenly I understand some of my fan base a LOT better.  That is Awesome. 

"holy shit there is a name for it" was my reaction before I even scrolled down to the comments.

I just need to keep reblogging this because I cannot even begin to tell you how profound a feeling of YES and THIS and THERE IS A WORD FOR ME OMG I get every time I see this, and I hope it helps others too.

seriously, anytime you see a post with a comment saying “theres a name for it?!” reblog that post because even if it doesnt apply to you any of your followers could be waiting for that revelation.

(Source: asexualityresources)

itsstuckyinmyhead:

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Why you should follow Denny’s on Tumblr
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Why you should follow Denny’s on Tumblr
itsstuckyinmyhead:

Why you should follow Denny’s on Tumblr
itsstuckyinmyhead:

Why you should follow Denny’s on Tumblr
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Why you should follow Denny’s on Tumblr
itsstuckyinmyhead:

Why you should follow Denny’s on Tumblr

itsstuckyinmyhead:

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sugar-soul:

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Thanks satan.

This week on You Didn’t Know You Were a Satanist

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"In a corner of this twisting city, like a hornets’ nest constructed into a crack in a wall, was the shop. Its windows caked in enough dust to remind passers-by of hard times and customers of the quickly setting inner-city sun. I would find myself outside its door, no sign of disturbance or welcome, standing, staring. I had entered only once before, when the days lasted longer in those downtown stretches. I was a boy then, I am a man now, but this shop has always been old. I do not remember entering, only seeing the thing that made me want to leave this shop, this city, this life I found myself living. Its tables were grey wood bleached with age. Set upon them were things. Bundles of pine needles, bowls of ranging sizes, and candle wicks. These things only caught my eye in memoriam. On the left wall above what might have been a fireplace but now stood as a shelf and a walled memory of colder times hung a painting of a man seated in a brown wood and velvet chair wearing a suit from an era only paintings remember. I looked up at this painting like a survivor at sea spotting a ship, but I felt no salvation. Accustomed to old canvas, I did not feel awe at its age, but horror at its subject. The man looked down upon me, into me, but not through me. His gaze stopped beyond where my horror began yet failed to exit the back of my skull. My blood dropping to my feet I stared, rooted, and watched this painting begin to scream into my soul. The man in the chair left a ringing in my ears like a thousand wasps burrowing a carcass and held my gaze as his face began to melt with age. His cheeks became mottled, grey, and finally rotted. His clothes soaked the juices that fell quickly from where his mouth should have remained. His hair shriveled, whitened, dust. His eyes continued to drill into mine; it was his eyes that pained me, his eyes that threatened me, his eyes that held me as they festered into olives and burst and sank and left behind only black opals of sockets that will thrust me awake from the deepest of slumber. All of this in the span of a short lifetime between the boy I was and the man I am, replayed a thousand times and sure to be a thousand more. Every city where the streets twist and the sun sets too soon I can find the shop. I need only let the path seek me out, spot the windows, hear the wasps."


Author’s note: true memory from my childhood, bonus points if you guess the city

sexkittensanonymous:

darkarcader:

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darkarcader:

davidjeongjuyoung:

Funny title huh? Well the funnier part is this is true.

My roomie darkarcader is a history major. Nothing major right? Wrong! His specific area of study is the history of alchemy and the occult. He has no sense of smell currently due to a concussion and has a semi blind cat.. Yeah, wrap your…

Hey, roomie here.
davidjeongjuyoung
forgot to mention the number of times he’s survived being hit by cars and that time he died. Also, I like to hunt down rare grimoires. There was also that time I fell four stories and just kind of walked away. Life is pretty cool like that (except not being able to smell).

I’ll be honest, whenever you post anything about your activities outside of the web it makes my day a thousand times better.
Keep doing your thing, guys. You make me smile and worship the dark that much more intensely.

Yesterday, I was asked by my work to dress up as Sting, you know, the wrestler.

Please get me a job where you work. I need that in my life.

It’s just a used video game store lol

Though we do make fantastically dumb commercials

esotericworld:

Archeologists at Stonehenge have found more than a dozen previously unknown ancient monuments in and around the iconic ring of massive stones, revealing surprising new insights about the people who built it.

The Hidden Landscapes Project, an international team of archeologists, spent four years using devices such as ground-penetrating radar to scan and map buried artifacts and monuments in the 14.5 square kilometres in and around Stonehenge. The UNESCO World Heritage Site is located about 130 kilometres southwest of London. 

Link 1: http://www.gizmag.com/geophysical-digital-map-reveals-hidden-archaeology-stonehenge/33750/

Link 2: http://lbi-archpro.org/cs/stonehenge/

Link 3: http://www.cbc.ca/natureofthings/features/stonehenge-the-larger-landscape

esotericworld:

Link: http://www.businessinsider.com/future-human-evolution-2014-9

Mankind is undergoing a major evolutionary transition comparable to the shifts from prosimians to monkeys, monkeys to apes, and apes to humans, according to Cadell Last, an evolutionary anthropology Ph.D. student and researcher at the Global Brain Institute.

Human life expectancy has already increased from about 45 at the start of the 20th century to 80 today. Last predicts it will increase to 120 as soon as 2050 — a concept known as radical life extension — through a combination of new technology, behavior, and natural selection.

In addition to longer lives, humans will demonstrate delayed sexual maturation and biological reproduction, according to Last. Taken together, these changes could signify a new type of human. 

Last makes his case in paper from the most recent issue of Current Aging Science. Citing other futurists like Ray Kurzweil and Francis Heylighen, Last theorizes about human interaction with technology, relying on observations of past primate evolution and biology.

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