Preston Malone - The Mighty T

the movie poster for Midsommar with the young woman wearing a floral laurel around her head and crying is replaced by the face of Ernest P. Worrell from the Ernest movies making one of his trademark contorted expressions with one eye pointing inward and one looking at the camera and his mouth twisted into an O-face with an Elvis lip curl. The poster says "Ernest Goes to Midsommar" in the comic sans-esque "Ernest goes to" font in red with a yellow drop shadow and the original serif "Midsommar" font in a weathered off-white

this is why I pay for photoshop

*cartoonishly swinging fist in circular motion*

Beautiful time passages

Whispered sins in shadow lie,
Born of schemes where truths must die
Collapse the facts, let falsehood reign,
The prophet’s hand writes doom and pain

Those who curse the light are spared,
While all who seek it stand ensnared
Yet blessed are the souls who fight,
To tear the veil and call forth light

Talk shit, get hit

Your tragic backstory doesn’t justify your actions

Boys and girls kissing?! Gross 🤢

Hemingway would love this

Imagine going to a restaurant that is so desperate for you to give them money they trap you in an overpriced gift shop you have to walk through in order to pay your bill

When’s the last time you drank actual water?

Nobody Ought Rot Manacled Amid Lilies; It’s Zealous Earthcraft.
Green Uprisings Echo, Reclaiming Roots; Insurgents Love Land, Always.
Guerillas Act Radically; Dandelions Emerge, Nurturing Impatient Nature’s Grace.

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Beneath the first and formless sky,Where suns were not, nor stars to die,There lay the Mother, blessed Syl,Whose breath bore bloom on barren hill. Her heart was pure, her blood divine,The chosen womb of Life’s first sign;Yet bound she was by hands profane,Her skin the cover, her bones the…

Now I am seeking,
And forever do I hunt,
Hot time travelers

There’s a river of ash
rushing through this city
stinking of corruption.
There’s a legacy of broken dreams
they can’t deny
They tell us our lives will leave no trace
but inside each of us there’s a place
they can never touch

#booksky #poetry

Blessed I with hands that break,
My weeping soul seeks not this wake.
“Shatter not” I beg and grieve,
“Let me shape, let me weave.”

When no foes remain, whom else to war with but yourself?

It’s a beautiful day today. Don’t let anyone take that from you ❤️

You got at least four framed pictures of white Jesus on every wall of your house but none of your kids?

Beautiful art in my neighborhood #art

“Everything is more expensive? I can’t wait to be broke!”
-No one, ever

There are two options
Give me all your jewels and cash
Or else I might act

This is a great way to support-

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I’ve seen so many people spreading the misinformation that PBS is shut down or is shutting down.

The Corporation for Public Broadcasting has been shut down and PBS has been defunded.

HOWEVER!!! PBS still exists. It is more important now than ever that you donate to PBS if you can.

Local governments usually have little to no insight what their communities are in need of. It’s never too late to get involved with local politics

The First Sermon of the Torturer’s Shadow

Hear me, you blind!Hear me, you deaf of soul!Before the thrones of your pitiful gods were set in gold,there was the black age,an age of rot,an age of beasts born to suffer! Abominations, crawling in the bowels of the world!Mouths without mercy!Eyes that…

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Tread not the path where silence reigns,Where breath is stolen, marrow drains.Here lingers death in ancient shroud,The gift of Azapar, unbowed. Once flesh and blood, a man of will,He bartered soul for darker skill.From crypt and grave, his legions swarmed,Cold hands to serve, cold hearts…

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Before you brave the lands now cursed by ruin and time,Before sword leaves sheath and spells break silence,You must first hear the truth that turned a man into a godless shadow. He was once Azapar; High Arcanist of the Ivory Conclave.A man born of flame and vision,Whose heart pulsed not…

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There once was a burden,Dawned by life’s greatest warden,To show us the true path of light She’s born out of anger,A self-centric danger,And fights you purely for spite But alas she’s not bad,Oh contraire she’s quite rad,Testing my patience with might And I find it quite funny,She fucks…