photo 158/365: ‘there is a pleasure in the pathless woods, there is a rapture on the lonely shore, there is society, where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar: I love not man the less, but Nature more.’
© Ashley Herrin.
My first tattoo was the moogle from the Final Fantasy series on my hand. I just got the clock from Chrono Cross today :3
They were both done by Peter Miller at Inked in Memphis Tennessee.
I usually don’t reblog anything of this nature.
But this lovely lady has a Chrono Cross tattoo.
HOLY SHIT.
Gays “Make God Want to Vomit”:
Meet Rick Santorum’s Honorary Florida ChairmanRick Santorum’s first stop in the Sunshine State today is the church of a Bush-connected gay-bashing, Islamophobic pastor. The Rev. O’Neal Dozier’s greatest hits include:
- Homosexuality is “something so nasty and disgusting that it makes God want to vomit.”
- “The tea party is a godly ordained party…God would never ordain a government to take from the rich to give to the poor, you see, so therefore God is not a socialist. God is not a Robin Hood.”
- “God is 100 percent for capital punishment. Oh, yeah, God knew some were going to slip through, a few innocent ones. He knew that. But you cannot have a society without capital punishment.”
- Oh, also, “Lord Jesus” told him that “Charlie Crist will be the next governor of the state of Florida.”
How’d Santorum find this guy? The whole story is here.
OH FOR FUCKS SAKE, these idiots (Santorum and all like him) and their supporters need to take a long walk off a short cliff. Lure them over the edge with a picture of Jesus holding a baseball and an American flag crying while wearing an anti-gay, pro-life shirt all at the same time.
Also, see this:
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/01/06/rick-santorum-son-gabriel-baby-_n_1189175.html
I don’t care if it is part of the grieving process - bringing your dead baby home to show your children so they can know it was a ‘real person,’ and hug it, play with it, etc, along with refusal to turn over said baby to the morgue, is absolutely depraved and insanely disgusting… not to mention psychopathic.
(Source: Mother Jones, via gooblegobbleoneofus)
10 - 20 minute assignment
for Poetry Writing, in the form of a Shakespearean ABAB sonnet… 2 - 4 lines, only; iambic pentameter.
Infantile, but it was fun:
“Am I the ghost that haunts my crippled sleep
with lives I lived enveloped in its moans?
I tried to trap those days but could not keep
unsaid their hours from seeping through my bones.”
“There’s no reason to be nervous. We’re all going to die, anyway.”
finally
moving back to good ol’ Bethlehem tomorrow. Back to living in a concrete cell.
