William Caxton Fan Club

Jul 29

fairy-wren:

(via 500px / Black Vultures fighting by Ofer Levy)

reblogging these awesome vultures instead of reblogging that garbage Axe ad to comment on it, since I suspect people who advertise on Tumblr don’t really care why you’re reblogging their content or what trenchant commentary you’re adding to it, just as long as they get plenty of reblogs
why do we gotta have the goddamn Axe ads though they’re so wretched
may the vultures feast on the flesh of people writing the Axe copy, may the vultures make jokes about tasting deodorant even through the putrid liquefaction of decomposition

fairy-wren:

(via 500px / Black Vultures fighting by Ofer Levy)

reblogging these awesome vultures instead of reblogging that garbage Axe ad to comment on it, since I suspect people who advertise on Tumblr don’t really care why you’re reblogging their content or what trenchant commentary you’re adding to it, just as long as they get plenty of reblogs

why do we gotta have the goddamn Axe ads though they’re so wretched

may the vultures feast on the flesh of people writing the Axe copy, may the vultures make jokes about tasting deodorant even through the putrid liquefaction of decomposition

Jul 27

“Even at the Mysteries, he could never get warm,
crowded into the dark with the kist and the serpent,
the smart of pennyroyal on his tongue like a word
he had forgotten to say. Like a frostline in the soil,
the plunge of a colder sea … The sun silvered his hair
like olive leaves, the dry months burnt him browner
than Attic earth; the thin snows fell on Parnes
and he shivered even in the white arms of his bride,
the barley-plaited girl who sang round the well-head
like his elder sisters so long ago, the fallow year
a wanderer sowed blessings in the Eleusinian fields
and burnished him with her touch, an archaic mask
of gold. Like the daimon of his house, the glittering
awn, and still the old nightmare flickered up in him
at an ember’s breath: the fire that smelt of incense,
the shapes falling like a handful of tears, of poppies
and mare’s tails, of a girl’s face and stalks of corn
that glowed like scepters in the unwithering flames.
He had rested so soundly in her old woman’s arms,
his child’s length measured in her lap. The hall
in the shadows that leapt like stooks, the sparks
chaff-tumbling up about them, threshings of godhead,
her seedhead crown. And his mother’s hands dragging him
like a brand from the cinders, blackened, beaten out:
cold running in his veins like time. Yet imperishable
honor will be on him always
. A garland of myrtle
at a hero’s tomb, the north wind and the autumn rain
like aulos and kithara for the stitching of songs
he would shatter to the winds if his wife’s arms
would warm him, his children’s bones not shine
like a killing frost, if he could wake a serf,
a slave, memoryless as a ghost, the king’s tall son
and fair as harvest, goddess-dandled, lucky, lost.” —

Homeric Hymn to Demophoon —  Sonya Taaffe. (via cerasiferae)

Even at the Mysteries he could never get warm

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(Source: limb-of-satan, via towirr)

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Jul 25

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ronaldcmerchant:

Lon Chaney Jr.

my muse

ronaldcmerchant:

Lon Chaney Jr.

my muse

Jul 24

theactioneer:

Swedish VHS of Merlin and the Sword aka Arthur the King (Clive Donner, 1985)

the skull count is only 2 but it’s a robust 2

theactioneer:

Swedish VHS of Merlin and the Sword aka Arthur the King (Clive Donner, 1985)

the skull count is only 2 but it’s a robust 2

thelaughingodradek said: My favorite song of yours is "Damn These Vampires." Just out of curiousity, is there a particular meaning behind the lyrics?

Yes, it’s actually about me when I was nineteen. I don’t like to do too much “this means that and here’s all the symbols unpacked” exegesis on any of my songs but it’s an autobiographical song. 

Jul 23

phdonohue:

pinball hall of fame, las vegas, nevada

the pbhof is genuinely my favorite place in the world

phdonohue:

pinball hall of fame, las vegas, nevada

the pbhof is genuinely my favorite place in the world

(via profondo-rosso)

Anonymous said: Do you worship crystals?

bluecohosh:

hail and worship

same