thesnadger:

powerfrog:

y’all out here in 2017 saying ‘spoopy’ on some thin ice with god

Look if you have another word that perfectly captures the concept of “horror flavored but specifically in a way that is intended to be silly and not actually scary, that also evokes a strong feeling of nostalgia associated with childhood experiences of Halloween” I’m all ears motherfucker.

2srooky:

I’m gonna make my own dnd dice silicone molds and start making myself dice hard candies and gummies and shit so when I go to sessions I can pull out one dice bag w my actual dice and the other full of dice replicas that I bring to my mouth and CRUNCH in front of my party members

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting —
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver (via wellconstructedsentences)