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Obama Revelation of the Day: In Pulitzer Prize-winner David Maraniss’ new book, Barack Obama: The Story, we get quite the insight into the president’s bullying, pot-smoking past. Money quote:
Barry also had a knack for interceptions. When a joint was making the rounds, he often elbowed his way in, out of turn, shouted “Intercepted!,” and took an extra hit. No one seemed to mind.
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Such a boss bitch.](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4l92ovflw1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg)
Obama Revelation of the Day: In Pulitzer Prize-winner David Maraniss’ new book, Barack Obama: The Story, we get quite the insight into the president’s bullying, pot-smoking past. Money quote:
Barry also had a knack for interceptions. When a joint was making the rounds, he often elbowed his way in, out of turn, shouted “Intercepted!,” and took an extra hit. No one seemed to mind.
[buzzfeed]
Such a boss bitch.
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This Is All Kinds Of Wrong of the Day: The Trayvon Martin gun-range target was bad enough. Then a bunch of white kids had to go and launch multiple #Trayvoning Facebook groups (that have since been removed).
Trayvoning is like Tebowing, except totally the opposite — white kids pose as a gunshot victim, wearing a hoodie, and holding Skittles and an iced tea, which is what Martin had on him when George Zimmerman shot him to death in February.
Facebook group members said they were merely combating “racism against whites”: “White people are becoming more and more oppressed.”
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Mom and Dad, this is why I won’t date white boys.](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m4l9thA3TQ1qzpwi0o1_500.jpg)
This Is All Kinds Of Wrong of the Day: The Trayvon Martin gun-range target was bad enough. Then a bunch of white kids had to go and launch multiple #Trayvoning Facebook groups (that have since been removed).
Trayvoning is like Tebowing, except totally the opposite — white kids pose as a gunshot victim, wearing a hoodie, and holding Skittles and an iced tea, which is what Martin had on him when George Zimmerman shot him to death in February.
Facebook group members said they were merely combating “racism against whites”: “White people are becoming more and more oppressed.”
Mom and Dad, this is why I won’t date white boys.
LIBER FALXIFER II - The Book of Anamlaqayin
The Second Book of Master Falxifer will delve further into the Necrosophic mysteries of Qayin, but will also cast a Black Light on some crucial aspects previously hinted at and at the same time veiled in the first book of the Left-Handed Reaper. One of these crucial aspects concerns the identity of and the gnosis granted by the Hidden Mother of Our Bloodline, the Bride of Qayin.
The Second Book of Falxifer shall continue where the First Book left off, as the purpose of all the publications of the T.F.C. is to make available the initiatic tools needed by Those of the Blood in order to awaken and set ablaze their slumbering Pneumatic Flames.
The Second Book will once again present an extensive set of both worded and wordless manifestations of Sorcerous Gnosis and provide access to previously hidden keys to both low and high forms of Necrosophic Nigromancy, Necromancy, Ancestral Veneration, Herbal Sorcery and Daemonology and give new detailed instruction about how the powers of the insignias, talismans and fetishes of the Lord of the Harvest can be further employed in order to achieve both temporal and spiritual power, victory and transcendence, all by walking in the fiery and blessed footsteps of the First Ones who traversed the Paths of Nod.
Some of the topics presented within the Second Book of Our Master are: esoteric discourses revealing the mythic foundation of our Qayinite Gnosticism, the Veiled Bride of Qayin, Her secret formulas of Calling and Names of Power, Her sigils and Keys of both high and low sorcery, the Dark Dead and their hidden and most fearful aspects, the cleansing, protective and empowering baths, the herbal formulas and activations of the 7 Key Sigils of Death, the Mysteries of 72 Black In Green, the powers of the First Tiller and the workings of His Green Point of the Skull, the rites of protection and concealment, the creation, loading and consecration of the aspect-specific fetish of the Lord of the Mound, the secrets of the First Dead within the Cult of Death and His Sigils of Conjuring, talismanic work against the law, the formula and ritual for the making of the Ensouling Tinctures of Qayin, the unified and transcendent aspect of the Twin-Flame of Sataninsam and the Grand Kliffotic Sigil of their Spirit, further teachings concerning the Mighty Dead, prayers, invocations and talismanic forms used for the channelling of the powers of both the soul and the spirit of Qayin and much more.
Those who have faithfully and correctly worked with and internalized the teachings offered in the First Book of the Left-Handed Reaper will, in this Second Book of our Holy Saint of Death and His Bride, receive the instruction needed to further experience the initiatic empowerments, blessings and curses of our Necrosophic Tradition.
Hardcover book in black cloth with a gold stamping of Sigil of Anamlaqayin on the cover, black endpapers, gold silk-ribbon bookmark. First Edition of 1200 copies, each book consecrated and handnumbered.
474 pages | Size: 6½x9½ inches
Fullcover dustjacket
What the fuck did I just read? Was that English?
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“I took the gold, which is always a detail in Rohan royal clothes, and made it the signature of this gown—expressing the joy of this day. The dress is made from a silk bagatelle, dyed gold with silk satin lining. We designed specific embroidery for the edge of the cloak, the neckline, and the belt, based on the flower of Rohan, and this was woven in three different golds, with small red glass beads throughout. We hand threaded and stitched small pearls round the sleeve ends, neck edge, and belt. The arm bindings are hand-plaited gold thread.” - Ngila Dickson
Oh damn. Dressmaker porn!
ATSUSHI!
Bulimic
Tips:
- 3 meals a day, purge every meal.
- throw up right after (you dont want all that stomach acid)
- drink a lot of water (cold water)
- dont give up
- repeat for 2 months 30 to 40lbs
- buy pants size 0 and not give up until you fit in them.
- surround yourself with skinny beautiful people
- wash hands before and after throwing up
- brush teeth before and after
- carry mints in case of emergency purge.
requirements
- Will power
- be overweight
- low self esteem. (very low self esteem)
- a history of depression is a plus. +
- being in an abusive relationships could definitely help
- Fat girls will never be in style (the motto)
- surround yourself with skinny beautiful people
- tic tacts, crackers, and water. Your new best friends.
- diet pills for that extra boost.. that little bit that will help you shed those extra pounds.
- Laxatives (lots of them)
Or I guess you could just be a little chubby and surround yourself with people who aren’t idiots. I don’t know, maybe I lack the discipline required to hate myself for not meeting some random asshole’s standards of beauty.
I’ve been going through a lot of guilt about my weight lately and now I can kind of see why its so important to forsake human beings and spend my life with animals and books. That way I don’t need to look a certain way to be special.
Also: I made my school’s Dean’s List
Also also: Tic tacts
Native Americans of the Woodland Period (1000 BC - AD 1000). Art by Greg Harlin.
This period is characterized by the addition of pottery to the material culture, more permanent settlements, and increased reliance on gardening and domesticated plants. All of these elements are reflected in this scene. In the foreground, potters pulverize clay, mix it with temper, and, with moist coils, construct pottery containers. These vessels are then air-dried before firing. A garden is visible, containing sunflowers, squashes, lambsquarter, and sumpweed. Beyond the houses, on a low ridge, is a burial mound. This picture is based on research by University of Tennessee, Knoxville, archaeologists in the Duck River and Little Tennessee River valleys
Let me tell you about this motherfuckin’ day I’m having…
I’m out of Loritab and RiteAid don’t open ‘till 7 am. It’s barely relevant what time they open anyway since they take the better part of forever to fill my scripts.
My infected tooth has started to throb again and I can’t go to sleep because every time I get good and asleep I chomp down on my fucking tooth. I’ve been chewing and speaking for 24 years and I only bite my own teeth when they hurt like little sons of bitches. Not that I could sleep worth a shit anyway.

See that little guy? This little buster was my best friend and I treated him like he was my son. He passed away this last Saturday at 7pm. I was completely crushed. I thought my heart would just stop. He died from complications of a surgery that was intended to save his life. They did a second surgery to fix the infection and he just couldn’t beat it. I held him as he was euthanized. Since then I haven’t been able to sleep without having extremely vivid nightmares wherein I carry him around looking for someone to save him.
I have to go pick up his ashes today from his Vet’s office, then I’m going to donate all his old stuff to the Humane Society. Hopefully I will have my meds by then. This has been the absolute worst month of my entire life, which I should mention has been miserably shitty since I was born choking on mucous.
Top that? My supermassive older half-sister is probably orbiting heaven right now thinking about my suffering and lapping it up like deep-fried Twinkies. This Newtonian lardass has been a blight on my life since birth. She’s the kind of strip-mall diva who would try to start drama during a time like this. I hope she dies choking on pop-tarts and the spent semen of a trucker who felt sorry for her.
~Fuckin’ signed
Ectoplasmic Worms









