It’s been a nice holiday weekend. :)
I’ve been decorating the house already for Yule.
Doing a lot of studying as well.
Here are a couple trippy/fuzzy photos of the tree.
Icelandic Runic Stave Aegishjalmur - This bindrune is known as Aegishjalmur, the Helm of Awe, or the Helm of Terror. It is used as a symbol of protection. It was used to protect and dominate in battle, protect against the abuse of power, as well as used to instil fear in your enemies, as well as conquer fear in your own mind.
It’s been a while since I’ve stared into the shadows of my brain. Let’s take a ride…
Like anyone, I’ve made mistakes. Lots of them. Thing is, I don’t have regrets. Yeah, it happened. Yeah I did stupid shit and I’ve paid for it. I mistakenly thought I loved, when I was really just trying to escape reality.
Reality is harsh and unforgiving. Face it down, and move on.
But don’t you think for one minute….that I am the same person you knew. I don’t remember much of it, to be honest. I don’t wait for you. I don’t dream of you. I don’t feel jealousy. Why would I?
You wanted a play-puppet wife that would make X amount of money, and have X degree in X amount of time like clockwork. She had to weigh X amount and strive, strive, strive to please you. You, the most pretentious of all douchebags. You, the biggest fake in the room. Looks like you got what you paid for.
Go ahead and write your little book about broken women. I hope I wasn’t even significant enough to include. ;) You never knew me enough to write about me. It would be all fiction, dear. I was a child then.
Why even write this? Because I fucking feel like it. Maybe to balance out some energy in the Universe. Maybe because of how broken & stuck-in-the-past you both look. It evokes that ever-burning fire in me. The urge to call out bullshit when I see it.
It’s a hard habit to break.
This post is directed at a twat named Jason and his “Angel” (did you know we named a parakeet that? LAWL).