⌕ Soul Eater • Franken Stein.

who up sexualising the grotesque

Humanity and God(s): 1. Blackout: Remembering The Things I Drank To Forget by Sarah Hepola / 2. Some Anatomies of Melancholy by Robert Burton / 3.Tears and Saints by Emil Cioran / 4. Portrait of the Illness as Nightmare by Leila Chatti / 5. Secrets about People: A Short and Dangerous Introduction to René Girard by Alex Danco / 6. NBC Hannibal Season 2 Episode 2 "Sakizuki"

𝖲𝗍𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝖻𝗒 𝖠𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗆 𝖲𝖼𝗁𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗓

gays see something with "vampire" in it and hit reblog

careless whisper fucks so insanely hard and i will never forgive the internet for making it a "meme song." tonight the music seems so loud i wish that we could lose this crowd maybe its better this way we'd hurt each other with the things we want to say. if you even care.

Shout out to all those kids who sat in their room thinking that a child stealing eldritch being and a house full of fictional serial killers would treat you better! How's the being queer going?

TWIN PRIMES

norstappen | Paolo Giordano, The Solitude of Prime Numbers

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One quiet day on the farm, the Little Red Hen found some wheat seeds and decided to make bread.

"Who will help me plant these seeds?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Horse "But I'm a workhorse, and I'm too busy moving carts around."

And so the Little Red Hen planted the seeds by herself. And they grew into bountiful golden crops.

"Who will help me harvest the wheat?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Dog "But I'm a guarddog, and I'm too busy keeping away burglars and predators."

And so the Little Red Hen harvested the wheat herself and made it into flour.

"Who will help me bake the flour?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Pig "But I'm a mother of 5 newborn piglets, and I'm too busy taking care of my young."

And so the Little Red Hen baked the bread herself into twenty beautiful loaves.

"Who will help me eat the bread?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"We would." said the Farm Animals. "But we're ashamed, for we didn't do anything to make the bread."

"Nonsense!" said the Little Red Hen. "You, Horse, helped move around the stones that built my oven. You, Dog, kept me safe while I worked. And you, Pig, are raising a new generation of Farm Animals, who will too contribute to our Farm one day. You've all helped me so much by simply being you."

"Besides," the Little Red Hen added. "I couldn't possibly eat all the loaves on my own, most of them would go to waste. Come, eat with me."

And so the Little Red Hen and the Farm Animals ate the bread together. And all saw their own, and each other's, worth.