I am the Wounded Goddess 🖤🥀
Here devotion is shaped by ritual,
desire takes form,
and even your ego is reshaped.
You may find Me within the Ceremonies,
in the Inner Sanctum,
and through the Gates.
Every path begins with an Offering.
my washing machine died a month ago.
today I finally started looking for a repairman and honestly… the real appliance that needs fixing is my trust in humanity.
everyone is trying to scam me like I’m a freshly discovered mammoth. 🤣🦾
A long time ago, I considered working with an agency
Today I found out they turned out to be scammers.
Another reminder: you can never be too paranoid
I love control too much.
And I love my obedient boys too much to let anyone else touch what belongs to my Temple 😈 🔥
And then, for the rest of their life, it searches for someone who can touch those ruptures without making them worse.
And if it never finds them… it slowly dies.
I’ve almost finished watching Supernatural, and I really love the mystical parallel they draw with the soul.
I think when a person goes through too much, their soul tears too.
It doesn’t disappear or die.
It tears.
today at work:
Me: I need one extra day off next week, I’ll be out of town.
Boss: Okay, then no days off for the rest of the month.
Me: Interesting strategy. I asked for +1 day off and somehow unlocked work every day path
🤣🤣🤣🦾
On my way home, I found a book about neuroses with a man on the cover who looked suspiciously like Tom Cruise.
So I took him home.
Now budget Tom Cruise will watch me sleep and hopefully protect from the unworthy 🤣 🙏
The unworthy keep arriving.
Unable to read.
Unable to think.
Unable to understand why the Temple laughs before it closes the gate.
One brain cell. Endless audacity.
#ScrollsOfExiles