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The Veil of Calmness
Unveiling the Struggle of Storytellers
Concealed Emotions The Facade of Composure
In the hallowed halls of diplomacy, where decorum and dignity reign supreme, an unexpected tableau unfolds. Storytellers, burdened with tales that pierce the soul, stand before a Secretary of Legation. The veneer of calmness shrouds their trembling hearts, revealing a struggle to navigate the weight of their narratives. It’s a delicate dance between maintaining proper decorum and confronting the storm of emotions brewing within.
Dignity Amidst Tremors The Struggle for Composure
The storytellers, acutely aware of the significance of addressing a Secretary of Legation, embark on a journey to uphold a semblance of composure. Their voices, initially subdued, betray the effort to contain the emotional tempest within. A profound sense of dignity pervades their demeanor, underscoring the gravity of the narratives they carry. However, a mere glimpse beneath the surface lays bare the strain — a paleness in the face, a nervous dance of features, and a tremor in the voice, all precursors to the turmoil beneath.
The Unmasking Quivering Voices and Tears Unleashed
As the stories unfold, the meticulously constructed facade begins to crack. The storytellers, grappling with the intensity of their narratives, find themselves teetering on the precipice of vulnerability. In a poignant display of humanity, the calmness once meticulously maintained crumbles. A sudden cessation mid-story marks the breaking point. The hands bury faces, tears stream unabated, and a symphony of sobs fills the room. The struggle against the torrent of emotions becomes futile, revealing the depth of their anguish and the unspoken scars carried within Balkan Tours.
A Symphony of Sorrow The Contagion of Tears
The sobs and tears, raw and unfiltered, weave a tapestry of shared sorrow. The storytellers, unable to endure the weight of their narratives, find solace in vulnerability. The contagious nature of their emotional release fosters an atmosphere where unspoken pain is acknowledged, and the humanity that binds us all transcends diplomatic formalities.
In the quiet corridors of diplomacy, where tales of human suffering intersect with the obligations of statesmanship, the struggle to articulate harrowing stories remains a poignant testament to the indomitable human spirit. The veil of calmness, meticulously worn, becomes a fragile shield against the deluge of emotions, ultimately unraveling in the face of shared narratives and the universal language of tears.
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The Veil of Calmness
Unveiling the Struggle of Storytellers
Concealed Emotions The Facade of Composure
In the hallowed halls of diplomacy, where decorum and dignity reign supreme, an unexpected tableau unfolds. Storytellers, burdened with tales that pierce the soul, stand before a Secretary of Legation. The veneer of calmness shrouds their trembling hearts, revealing a struggle to navigate the weight of their narratives. It’s a delicate dance between maintaining proper decorum and confronting the storm of emotions brewing within.
Dignity Amidst Tremors The Struggle for Composure
The storytellers, acutely aware of the significance of addressing a Secretary of Legation, embark on a journey to uphold a semblance of composure. Their voices, initially subdued, betray the effort to contain the emotional tempest within. A profound sense of dignity pervades their demeanor, underscoring the gravity of the narratives they carry. However, a mere glimpse beneath the surface lays bare the strain — a paleness in the face, a nervous dance of features, and a tremor in the voice, all precursors to the turmoil beneath.
The Unmasking Quivering Voices and Tears Unleashed
As the stories unfold, the meticulously constructed facade begins to crack. The storytellers, grappling with the intensity of their narratives, find themselves teetering on the precipice of vulnerability. In a poignant display of humanity, the calmness once meticulously maintained crumbles. A sudden cessation mid-story marks the breaking point. The hands bury faces, tears stream unabated, and a symphony of sobs fills the room. The struggle against the torrent of emotions becomes futile, revealing the depth of their anguish and the unspoken scars carried within Balkan Tours.
A Symphony of Sorrow The Contagion of Tears
The sobs and tears, raw and unfiltered, weave a tapestry of shared sorrow. The storytellers, unable to endure the weight of their narratives, find solace in vulnerability. The contagious nature of their emotional release fosters an atmosphere where unspoken pain is acknowledged, and the humanity that binds us all transcends diplomatic formalities.
In the quiet corridors of diplomacy, where tales of human suffering intersect with the obligations of statesmanship, the struggle to articulate harrowing stories remains a poignant testament to the indomitable human spirit. The veil of calmness, meticulously worn, becomes a fragile shield against the deluge of emotions, ultimately unraveling in the face of shared narratives and the universal language of tears.
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The Veil of Calmness
Unveiling the Struggle of Storytellers
Concealed Emotions The Facade of Composure
In the hallowed halls of diplomacy, where decorum and dignity reign supreme, an unexpected tableau unfolds. Storytellers, burdened with tales that pierce the soul, stand before a Secretary of Legation. The veneer of calmness shrouds their trembling hearts, revealing a struggle to navigate the weight of their narratives. It’s a delicate dance between maintaining proper decorum and confronting the storm of emotions brewing within.
Dignity Amidst Tremors The Struggle for Composure
The storytellers, acutely aware of the significance of addressing a Secretary of Legation, embark on a journey to uphold a semblance of composure. Their voices, initially subdued, betray the effort to contain the emotional tempest within. A profound sense of dignity pervades their demeanor, underscoring the gravity of the narratives they carry. However, a mere glimpse beneath the surface lays bare the strain — a paleness in the face, a nervous dance of features, and a tremor in the voice, all precursors to the turmoil beneath.
The Unmasking Quivering Voices and Tears Unleashed
As the stories unfold, the meticulously constructed facade begins to crack. The storytellers, grappling with the intensity of their narratives, find themselves teetering on the precipice of vulnerability. In a poignant display of humanity, the calmness once meticulously maintained crumbles. A sudden cessation mid-story marks the breaking point. The hands bury faces, tears stream unabated, and a symphony of sobs fills the room. The struggle against the torrent of emotions becomes futile, revealing the depth of their anguish and the unspoken scars carried within Balkan Tours.
A Symphony of Sorrow The Contagion of Tears
The sobs and tears, raw and unfiltered, weave a tapestry of shared sorrow. The storytellers, unable to endure the weight of their narratives, find solace in vulnerability. The contagious nature of their emotional release fosters an atmosphere where unspoken pain is acknowledged, and the humanity that binds us all transcends diplomatic formalities.
In the quiet corridors of diplomacy, where tales of human suffering intersect with the obligations of statesmanship, the struggle to articulate harrowing stories remains a poignant testament to the indomitable human spirit. The veil of calmness, meticulously worn, becomes a fragile shield against the deluge of emotions, ultimately unraveling in the face of shared narratives and the universal language of tears.
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The Veil of Calmness
Unveiling the Struggle of Storytellers
Concealed Emotions The Facade of Composure
In the hallowed halls of diplomacy, where decorum and dignity reign supreme, an unexpected tableau unfolds. Storytellers, burdened with tales that pierce the soul, stand before a Secretary of Legation. The veneer of calmness shrouds their trembling hearts, revealing a struggle to navigate the weight of their narratives. It’s a delicate dance between maintaining proper decorum and confronting the storm of emotions brewing within.
Dignity Amidst Tremors The Struggle for Composure
The storytellers, acutely aware of the significance of addressing a Secretary of Legation, embark on a journey to uphold a semblance of composure. Their voices, initially subdued, betray the effort to contain the emotional tempest within. A profound sense of dignity pervades their demeanor, underscoring the gravity of the narratives they carry. However, a mere glimpse beneath the surface lays bare the strain — a paleness in the face, a nervous dance of features, and a tremor in the voice, all precursors to the turmoil beneath.
The Unmasking Quivering Voices and Tears Unleashed
As the stories unfold, the meticulously constructed facade begins to crack. The storytellers, grappling with the intensity of their narratives, find themselves teetering on the precipice of vulnerability. In a poignant display of humanity, the calmness once meticulously maintained crumbles. A sudden cessation mid-story marks the breaking point. The hands bury faces, tears stream unabated, and a symphony of sobs fills the room. The struggle against the torrent of emotions becomes futile, revealing the depth of their anguish and the unspoken scars carried within Balkan Tours.
A Symphony of Sorrow The Contagion of Tears
The sobs and tears, raw and unfiltered, weave a tapestry of shared sorrow. The storytellers, unable to endure the weight of their narratives, find solace in vulnerability. The contagious nature of their emotional release fosters an atmosphere where unspoken pain is acknowledged, and the humanity that binds us all transcends diplomatic formalities.
In the quiet corridors of diplomacy, where tales of human suffering intersect with the obligations of statesmanship, the struggle to articulate harrowing stories remains a poignant testament to the indomitable human spirit. The veil of calmness, meticulously worn, becomes a fragile shield against the deluge of emotions, ultimately unraveling in the face of shared narratives and the universal language of tears.
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The Veil of Calmness
Unveiling the Struggle of Storytellers
Concealed Emotions The Facade of Composure
In the hallowed halls of diplomacy, where decorum and dignity reign supreme, an unexpected tableau unfolds. Storytellers, burdened with tales that pierce the soul, stand before a Secretary of Legation. The veneer of calmness shrouds their trembling hearts, revealing a struggle to navigate the weight of their narratives. It’s a delicate dance between maintaining proper decorum and confronting the storm of emotions brewing within.
Dignity Amidst Tremors The Struggle for Composure
The storytellers, acutely aware of the significance of addressing a Secretary of Legation, embark on a journey to uphold a semblance of composure. Their voices, initially subdued, betray the effort to contain the emotional tempest within. A profound sense of dignity pervades their demeanor, underscoring the gravity of the narratives they carry. However, a mere glimpse beneath the surface lays bare the strain — a paleness in the face, a nervous dance of features, and a tremor in the voice, all precursors to the turmoil beneath.
The Unmasking Quivering Voices and Tears Unleashed
As the stories unfold, the meticulously constructed facade begins to crack. The storytellers, grappling with the intensity of their narratives, find themselves teetering on the precipice of vulnerability. In a poignant display of humanity, the calmness once meticulously maintained crumbles. A sudden cessation mid-story marks the breaking point. The hands bury faces, tears stream unabated, and a symphony of sobs fills the room. The struggle against the torrent of emotions becomes futile, revealing the depth of their anguish and the unspoken scars carried within Balkan Tours.
A Symphony of Sorrow The Contagion of Tears
The sobs and tears, raw and unfiltered, weave a tapestry of shared sorrow. The storytellers, unable to endure the weight of their narratives, find solace in vulnerability. The contagious nature of their emotional release fosters an atmosphere where unspoken pain is acknowledged, and the humanity that binds us all transcends diplomatic formalities.
In the quiet corridors of diplomacy, where tales of human suffering intersect with the obligations of statesmanship, the struggle to articulate harrowing stories remains a poignant testament to the indomitable human spirit. The veil of calmness, meticulously worn, becomes a fragile shield against the deluge of emotions, ultimately unraveling in the face of shared narratives and the universal language of tears.
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The Veil of Calmness
Unveiling the Struggle of Storytellers
Concealed Emotions The Facade of Composure
In the hallowed halls of diplomacy, where decorum and dignity reign supreme, an unexpected tableau unfolds. Storytellers, burdened with tales that pierce the soul, stand before a Secretary of Legation. The veneer of calmness shrouds their trembling hearts, revealing a struggle to navigate the weight of their narratives. It’s a delicate dance between maintaining proper decorum and confronting the storm of emotions brewing within.
Dignity Amidst Tremors The Struggle for Composure
The storytellers, acutely aware of the significance of addressing a Secretary of Legation, embark on a journey to uphold a semblance of composure. Their voices, initially subdued, betray the effort to contain the emotional tempest within. A profound sense of dignity pervades their demeanor, underscoring the gravity of the narratives they carry. However, a mere glimpse beneath the surface lays bare the strain — a paleness in the face, a nervous dance of features, and a tremor in the voice, all precursors to the turmoil beneath.
The Unmasking Quivering Voices and Tears Unleashed
As the stories unfold, the meticulously constructed facade begins to crack. The storytellers, grappling with the intensity of their narratives, find themselves teetering on the precipice of vulnerability. In a poignant display of humanity, the calmness once meticulously maintained crumbles. A sudden cessation mid-story marks the breaking point. The hands bury faces, tears stream unabated, and a symphony of sobs fills the room. The struggle against the torrent of emotions becomes futile, revealing the depth of their anguish and the unspoken scars carried within Balkan Tours.
A Symphony of Sorrow The Contagion of Tears
The sobs and tears, raw and unfiltered, weave a tapestry of shared sorrow. The storytellers, unable to endure the weight of their narratives, find solace in vulnerability. The contagious nature of their emotional release fosters an atmosphere where unspoken pain is acknowledged, and the humanity that binds us all transcends diplomatic formalities.
In the quiet corridors of diplomacy, where tales of human suffering intersect with the obligations of statesmanship, the struggle to articulate harrowing stories remains a poignant testament to the indomitable human spirit. The veil of calmness, meticulously worn, becomes a fragile shield against the deluge of emotions, ultimately unraveling in the face of shared narratives and the universal language of tears.
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The Veil of Calmness
Unveiling the Struggle of Storytellers
Concealed Emotions The Facade of Composure
In the hallowed halls of diplomacy, where decorum and dignity reign supreme, an unexpected tableau unfolds. Storytellers, burdened with tales that pierce the soul, stand before a Secretary of Legation. The veneer of calmness shrouds their trembling hearts, revealing a struggle to navigate the weight of their narratives. It’s a delicate dance between maintaining proper decorum and confronting the storm of emotions brewing within.
Dignity Amidst Tremors The Struggle for Composure
The storytellers, acutely aware of the significance of addressing a Secretary of Legation, embark on a journey to uphold a semblance of composure. Their voices, initially subdued, betray the effort to contain the emotional tempest within. A profound sense of dignity pervades their demeanor, underscoring the gravity of the narratives they carry. However, a mere glimpse beneath the surface lays bare the strain — a paleness in the face, a nervous dance of features, and a tremor in the voice, all precursors to the turmoil beneath.
The Unmasking Quivering Voices and Tears Unleashed
As the stories unfold, the meticulously constructed facade begins to crack. The storytellers, grappling with the intensity of their narratives, find themselves teetering on the precipice of vulnerability. In a poignant display of humanity, the calmness once meticulously maintained crumbles. A sudden cessation mid-story marks the breaking point. The hands bury faces, tears stream unabated, and a symphony of sobs fills the room. The struggle against the torrent of emotions becomes futile, revealing the depth of their anguish and the unspoken scars carried within Balkan Tours.
A Symphony of Sorrow The Contagion of Tears
The sobs and tears, raw and unfiltered, weave a tapestry of shared sorrow. The storytellers, unable to endure the weight of their narratives, find solace in vulnerability. The contagious nature of their emotional release fosters an atmosphere where unspoken pain is acknowledged, and the humanity that binds us all transcends diplomatic formalities.
In the quiet corridors of diplomacy, where tales of human suffering intersect with the obligations of statesmanship, the struggle to articulate harrowing stories remains a poignant testament to the indomitable human spirit. The veil of calmness, meticulously worn, becomes a fragile shield against the deluge of emotions, ultimately unraveling in the face of shared narratives and the universal language of tears.
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The Veil of Calmness
Unveiling the Struggle of Storytellers
Concealed Emotions The Facade of Composure
In the hallowed halls of diplomacy, where decorum and dignity reign supreme, an unexpected tableau unfolds. Storytellers, burdened with tales that pierce the soul, stand before a Secretary of Legation. The veneer of calmness shrouds their trembling hearts, revealing a struggle to navigate the weight of their narratives. It’s a delicate dance between maintaining proper decorum and confronting the storm of emotions brewing within.
Dignity Amidst Tremors The Struggle for Composure
The storytellers, acutely aware of the significance of addressing a Secretary of Legation, embark on a journey to uphold a semblance of composure. Their voices, initially subdued, betray the effort to contain the emotional tempest within. A profound sense of dignity pervades their demeanor, underscoring the gravity of the narratives they carry. However, a mere glimpse beneath the surface lays bare the strain — a paleness in the face, a nervous dance of features, and a tremor in the voice, all precursors to the turmoil beneath.
The Unmasking Quivering Voices and Tears Unleashed
As the stories unfold, the meticulously constructed facade begins to crack. The storytellers, grappling with the intensity of their narratives, find themselves teetering on the precipice of vulnerability. In a poignant display of humanity, the calmness once meticulously maintained crumbles. A sudden cessation mid-story marks the breaking point. The hands bury faces, tears stream unabated, and a symphony of sobs fills the room. The struggle against the torrent of emotions becomes futile, revealing the depth of their anguish and the unspoken scars carried within Balkan Tours.
A Symphony of Sorrow The Contagion of Tears
The sobs and tears, raw and unfiltered, weave a tapestry of shared sorrow. The storytellers, unable to endure the weight of their narratives, find solace in vulnerability. The contagious nature of their emotional release fosters an atmosphere where unspoken pain is acknowledged, and the humanity that binds us all transcends diplomatic formalities.
In the quiet corridors of diplomacy, where tales of human suffering intersect with the obligations of statesmanship, the struggle to articulate harrowing stories remains a poignant testament to the indomitable human spirit. The veil of calmness, meticulously worn, becomes a fragile shield against the deluge of emotions, ultimately unraveling in the face of shared narratives and the universal language of tears.
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slay the princess swap aus are precious things to me cuz it's where i get blessed to see how the long quiet will be able to hold his voices and say his thoughts on them with the same tenderness and care the shifting mound shows to her vessels in game
#slay the princess#slay the princess spoilers#stp spoilers#just imagine please for example the specter#after doing her thing in this swap au route chapters#she approaches this entity in the long quiet#holding her killer in an embrace she cannot really comprehend is one#until maybe much later because off all the feathers and wings and claws surrounding them#tlq while holding the voice of the cold says his line#this fragment is both cold and calmness. he has mastered himself and veiled the heart he is missing#he seeks that which he cannot have even to his own detriment#but your understanding has managed to touch him despite his apathy#he will become my tenacity and determination#do not mourn him. for you have finally brought him home
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Bride’s Magazine, 1983.
Model: Nancy Dutiel.
#nancy dutiel#she has such a calm & wise aura about her. but not soft or yielding. i can easily see her playing a queen or goddess like athena#or a great villain tbh#wedding#bridal#1983#1980s#veil
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floral and fading is my comfort song
#floral and fading#pierce the veil#ptv#vic fuentes#jaime preciado#tony perry#i was listening to this today when i was feeling real bad and i could legit feel myself calming down as soon as the song started#Spotify
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dumb.
#oh rockstar boy play me a song or something#andy posting#andy biersack#black veil brides#I feel strangely calm when I look at this#motley comes out of her nap to aestheticpost who knew
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Physically, I'm already lying down.
Emotionally, I feel like I need to find a soft spot and crumple dramatically to the ground and lay down for a few weeks.
#sonder speaks#personal#but also if I wasn't fine with this being read/reblogged without context I wouldn't have posted it here#this week has been exhausting#I feel like I need permission from someone to go crawl into a nest and cry#one of my budgies died a few days ago#but I was looking after other animals that normally have a more dedicated caretaker#which was hard enough to handle that I couldn't really mourn my budgie much#especially when I need to keep happy around the remaining one so he doesn't grieve or get lonely#and I had to do a few specific tasks that are really really hard on me because nobody was there to help#and I tried to help my sister with things but none of the things worked#and a plan our family is excited about started to hit roadblocks#and one member of the family had a meltdown that triggered trauma in others in the family and drove things downhill#the family members at the center of this meltdown normally help me with chores and animal care#I was looking forward to them being home so I could rest and recuperatr and mourn#and now the meltdown has followed them here and it's built on top of years of other meltdowns and everything is tense#and of course it's bringing up old traumas and expectations and fears for me too#and I end up as a 30 year old feeling like he has 16 year old problems again#my whole body is tense#I'm not tired enough to sleep#I almost feel like crying for my budgie and all my fears and the things I let mysrlf get excited for#the things that either won't happen at all or are tainted by this veil of persistent bitterness that followed them home to me#almost#but I fear the possibility that crying could make things worse in any capacity#and I've struggled to cry for years anyway#so I'm just trying to use therapy tools to quiet the spiraling thoughts#and making this post because it feels like journaling without the pitfalls I fall into while journaling or talking directly to a person#hoping I'll get enough sleep that I don't accidentally trigger a sleep-deprivation/stress seizure my meds can't stop#and tomorrow I have to get back to studying which is very hard for me but gets me closer to making money#I liked when things were mostly good and calm and just sucked on a passive level -- can I have that again?
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The Veil of Calmness
Unveiling the Struggle of Storytellers
Concealed Emotions The Facade of Composure
In the hallowed halls of diplomacy, where decorum and dignity reign supreme, an unexpected tableau unfolds. Storytellers, burdened with tales that pierce the soul, stand before a Secretary of Legation. The veneer of calmness shrouds their trembling hearts, revealing a struggle to navigate the weight of their narratives. It’s a delicate dance between maintaining proper decorum and confronting the storm of emotions brewing within.
Dignity Amidst Tremors The Struggle for Composure
The storytellers, acutely aware of the significance of addressing a Secretary of Legation, embark on a journey to uphold a semblance of composure. Their voices, initially subdued, betray the effort to contain the emotional tempest within. A profound sense of dignity pervades their demeanor, underscoring the gravity of the narratives they carry. However, a mere glimpse beneath the surface lays bare the strain — a paleness in the face, a nervous dance of features, and a tremor in the voice, all precursors to the turmoil beneath.
The Unmasking Quivering Voices and Tears Unleashed
As the stories unfold, the meticulously constructed facade begins to crack. The storytellers, grappling with the intensity of their narratives, find themselves teetering on the precipice of vulnerability. In a poignant display of humanity, the calmness once meticulously maintained crumbles. A sudden cessation mid-story marks the breaking point. The hands bury faces, tears stream unabated, and a symphony of sobs fills the room. The struggle against the torrent of emotions becomes futile, revealing the depth of their anguish and the unspoken scars carried within Balkan Tours.
A Symphony of Sorrow The Contagion of Tears
The sobs and tears, raw and unfiltered, weave a tapestry of shared sorrow. The storytellers, unable to endure the weight of their narratives, find solace in vulnerability. The contagious nature of their emotional release fosters an atmosphere where unspoken pain is acknowledged, and the humanity that binds us all transcends diplomatic formalities.
In the quiet corridors of diplomacy, where tales of human suffering intersect with the obligations of statesmanship, the struggle to articulate harrowing stories remains a poignant testament to the indomitable human spirit. The veil of calmness, meticulously worn, becomes a fragile shield against the deluge of emotions, ultimately unraveling in the face of shared narratives and the universal language of tears.
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I celebrated my first agathos daimon today. Unfortunately, I'm still sick, so I wasn't able to do much besides light a frankincense cone dedicated to Hestia and the household spirits. I did learn a few things, though:
1. I have a middle pane in my window that I need to lift to actually ventilate my room (which I didn't connect at first despite knowing that our windows have middle panes)
2. Incense, at least cone incense, is an outdoor offering only. It smelled good but made me nauseous, and I think it made my headache worse. It's possible that if I'd opened my window properly from the start it wouldn't have done that, but I don't want to test that out twice.
3. Watching incense cones burn is very cool, and they leave a fun cone of ash behind afterwards that looks way more solid than it actually is until it's disturbed.
I'd wanted to work on cleaning my room as part of observing the day, but I didn't have the stamina, so I just worked on the veiling cloth that I'm knitting to cover a couple altars. I'm also going to light the candle I dedicated to Hestia after writing this. I wish I was able to do more, but at the same time, not feeling well is making me take things more slowly than I would have otherwise, which is for the best. I don't think I would have even had a chance to figure out the lunar calendar & make a note of the festivals and sacred days if I wasn't sick, because I would have been out of town with family and trying to learn & practice stealthily.
#i may or may not share progress/final images of the veiling cloth#it's going to be visible in my room so I'm more likely to share it than#like. the altars themselves#but im still feeling out how much i want to share and to whom#agathos daimon#hellenic polythiest#hellenic polytheism#hellenic pagan#hestia#hellenic gods#coriander says#hellenic devotions#hellenic devotees#theoi worship#theoi#helpol#hellenic community#my interoception has been thrown off recently too & made worse by being sick#which has made it harder (but not impossible) to stay calm & sense if an offering was accepted. i hope they are
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Some of y’all occasionally need to remember that a lot of your favs are people, who fuck up, and do stupid shit sometimes! And that’s okay! Call them out on it! If you don’t like their response then don’t support them anymore! No need to send them dms saying to kill themselves!! I cannot think of a situation that could warrant that!!! What the fuck!!
#this is totally abt the ls dunes shit happening rn but just in general#like CALM DOWN#I’m sorry but out of alllll of the possible reasons an emo band could be cancelled I’m kinda glad it was an ai art music vid#I saw someone say how excited they were that Anthony green was being canceled bc then Pierce the veil tix would be cheaper#HUH#did you all forget that Mike Fuentes left the band bc of assault allegations???#like yea it’s disappointing that they used ai art and anthony got all defensive abt it but seriously?! telling him to kill himself???#and all the mcr fans celebrating are so fucking embarrassing like#like Gerard is married to a woman who was in a band that was saying slurs like constantly you think he’s perfect??#people are shitty even when they make good art#I’m ranting#it’s so ridiculous to me man
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