The Thunderbird is a huge and spirited-to-wrathful teratorn whose wings create thunder, whose eyes flash lightning. Its legend is common to a surprisingly wide range of North America’s first folk: the western coast and its adjacent rainforests, the great deserts, the lakes, the north. It has protected me since my fourth year of this life. This is true, long story. It is an excellent guardian and, I would say a terrible foe but you actually can’t be its foe, you would simply be gone so really foe talk misses the point.
Annnnnnnnnyway, in the spirit of contemplating tattoos, the below spanning a certain witch’s freckled shoulder blades would look pretty fearsome.
Yes ok Anthony Keidis has a thunderbird back tat but it’s a different kind and Under the Bridge is a great song. Other folks who get it:
I like this charmcore blog so far, obviously.
Some witch has left the ridiculous member of one who gazed on her bathing, dried and preserved to be worn as a talisman granting passage and entry to the troll palace in the burning core of the earth amidst the puffy heart-shaped keychains at the H&M on 51st and 5th. Hopefully she will reclaim it before some Sightless business lady on lunch break picks it up while purchasing stockings to replace the ones that got a run this morning and is turned to ash within a weeks’ time.
if this were still the year 2000 and we all still had IM away messages, this would be mine for the weekend. i also feel like 19 year old me would have been equally as appreciative of this. if not more.
Living with someone who has recently moved to Vancouver is a funny exercise in reliving my own arrival in Vancouver seven years ago, because I get to be constantly reminded of how awkward Vancouverites are when meeting and interacting with new people.
By awkward I mean standoffish and cold. Do you Vancouverites know how often you just ignore new people at social functions and they have to stand there until they finally find a way to break into your precious conversation and introduce themselves? Which is one of the rudest ways you can treat a new person? Because you do that a lot.
FYI this is my perception, not Wade’s, because Wade is good with people and knows how to handle any social situation and can talk to anyone. It just drives me batty to watch it happen.
Dreaming of buying a new outfit for my first day of work while living in a very fashionable neighborhood is dangerous. Because by “fashionable” I mean “the place in Vancouver where the wealthy older women shop,” so if I end looking like an Eileen Fisher ninja, it ain’t my fault.
I’m usually good at meeting deadlines, until I set my own internal deadline in anticipation of having to actually turn in the thing in to other humans in 3+ weeks.
"I’ll make this deadline," I told myself and others, knowing that I wouldn’t, because I know how much it takes to write what will likely be a good 30,000 words or so. I missed that deadline by an uncomfortably wide margin of words-yet-to-be-written, because heavily referenced academic writing is hard to rush, so that’s just the way it is, and that’s fine. It has to be fine, because otherwise I’d be eating Ativan for breakfast (because I am off the Klonopin, for "getting my body in a healthier place" purposes conjured by my doctor and my idealistic self).
Luckily this work is being done in a context where everyone else involved expects the report writer to be behind schedule, because that is what the egghead academics on these kinds of projects do—they get behind schedule and are kind of flaky but are also necessary so everyone puts up with it.
Okay, I will actually start writing again now, on the project and not on Tumblr.
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