…and I’m just so extraordinarily in love with this man.
The Cob House.
Built for just £150.
STILL IN HELL
DO YOU EVEN CAAARE?
YOUR ANGEL CAS
CAN KISS MY ASS
MY LIFE IS SO UNFAAAIR
The Gashadokuro are such a cool folklore concept.
My favorite thing is this idea that they somehow are able to silently stalk people despite being almost 100-foot tall skeletons, because no one looks up.
Gashadokuro aka the starving skeletons are the reanimated and combined bones of the victims of starvation. Up to a hundred feet tall, they are heralded by the sound of bells ringing in the ears of their victims. They reach down from above to capture people and bit their heads off. The Gashadokuro haunt the darkness after midnight.
Do not try to be the Master of Time. If you pick the fruit you planted too early, it will be green and give pleasure to no one. If, out of fear or insecurity, you decide to put off the moment of making the Offering, the fruit will have rotted. Therefore, respect the time between sowing and harvesting. And then await the miracle of the transformation. Until the wheat is in the oven, it cannot be called bread. Until the words are spoken, they cannot be called a poem. Until the threads are woven together by the hands of the person working them, they cannot be called cloth.
|—||Daphne du Maurie (via analyticalmuslim)|