Pagancornershop - PAGAN CORNERSHOP

Happy thursday everyone

portable slime gargoyle 

the creation of this account showcases the utter boredom i have faced in recent times.

The Beatles running away from Cybermen

John listening to paul songs in the 70s like:

im running out of platforms to shitpost on

i love that genre of music from the late 90s that's usually just a woman with an acoustic guitar and her voice cracks a lot (i.e put up a parking lot, ironic - alanis morrissette, etc), it feels very gilmore girls

me talking to my dog for 2 seconds:

haha omg ur so stinky i love u ur so small and funny haha stinky

me talking to my dog for 12 minutes:

you are the essence of the conscious experience. do you understand feelings? are your thoughts an equivalent to a legible sentence or are they a series of abstract emotions or images? are you aware of your own existence? do you have a concept of identity? what do you dream about? how much do you know? and what do you know that i dont? do you retain memories? do you even hold emotional sentiment?

tasebuds  -  a poem

the abysmal taste of misery

lay potent on my tongue

bitter lashes of bad breath

pool around my senses.

sweet daylight meets not my minds eye

and fresh nourishing wind avoids me,

only stale stagnant thoughts

and a hint of coffee.

fun fact about me is that when i was a kid id write capital E’s with as many of those little horizontal lines as possible and id call them ladder E’s and adults fucking hated them