Fun fact: you can avoid midlife crisis by literally simply just skipping it. Straight-up just skip being middle-aged. Once I turned 30 and aged out of the "young adult" bracket, I skipped straight into being a weird little old man. Record youngest bizarre old geezer in generations. Now if I'm lucky and play my cards right, I've got like 80 or 90 years of being a weird lttle old man left in me. If I manage to do a hundred, I'm going to start telling people that the secret to living to 130 is that I ate an entire pine cone every single day.
That, or that I can't die because heaven isn't taking me and the devil owes me money so he's avoiding me.
therapist: cunt dracula is not real and cannot fuck you.
cunt dracula:
[jojo pose] count dracula. [different jojo pose] nice to meet you. [jojo walk cycle] alexa, turn down the music! [the obnoxious music doesn't change volume] mr harker
Cuntula
wheres the gif of the guy on fire but then he eats a watermelon and hes fine
this is what summertime is like
ok here goes.
all my life, as long as i can remember, i have wanted to be a singer. music has always been my biggest passion, and starting as a child, i would dream endlessly of being the next britney spears or celine dion. i tried to write some poetry, as well as some bright, dancy pop songs as a teen, but was always overly critical of whatever i created, and ultimately gave up. in other words, i grossly doubted myself and gave way to my very low self esteem.
throughout the years, i have been able to have some kind of artistic outlet by performing in a few local community choirs, as well as various musicals with community theatres. i always feel the most alive whenever i’m performing, whether it’s singing, acting, or even my measly attempt at dancing. but i’ve still felt there was something missing.
i wanted to create my own art, instead of just performing others’ creations. so now, at the tender age of 37, i have finally found the inspiration to push forward and do my best to create art that echoes my internal voice. over the last few months or so, i’ve been slowly teaching myself guitar, revisiting my music theory studies, and writing poetry again. and i can finally say that i have created something i can say that i’m proud of.
so here is my original song, titled “manifest me.” it reflects my discovery and awakening into the practice and community of manifestation for the last few years, specifically the teachings of the law of assumption. ever since i discovered this community, my life has turned around for the better in almost every aspect. the song also reflects my journey of the hope and knowing of someday finding love again, and words cannot properly convey just how different my mindset has evolved in that regard. now, instead of feeling endlessly hopeless of finding “the one,” i have unshakeable confidence that it is in my horizon.
so please enjoy this silly little song i wrote, i’m planning to hone my skills more and more and really put an effort into improving myself as i go, i may not be the best songwriter in the world, but i’m still proud of this small thing i’ve created.
peace and love,
karina ❤️
found a rock in the kitchen and as I was about to throw it in the trash I thought "wait this is cruel I should let it outside" as if it was a living thing
Imagine unexpectedly popping up in Valhalla with your pants around your ankles because just half a minute ago you were taking a shit so bad that the Viking gods decided that it should count as dying in battle.
Isn't it even worse? You don't just pop up there. You get carried there by a Valkyrie.
You're experiencing a gastrointestinal event, and are really not having a good time, and the suddenly, without any logical way to be present there's a Winged Woman in there with you, in Armor, with Weapons and Helmet, who looks like she could take down Sandor Clegane or Geralt of Rivia in the 10 minutes before waking up, just plugs you from your porcelain throne and doesn't even gives you the chance to pull up your pants before carrying you off.
Elvis, pantsless, being carried from the mortal realm by a huge gorgeous Brawnhilda valkyrie: oh woah pretty mama where we going