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Odin is a trickster god who trickstered his way to the top of the pantheon and out of the trickster reputation.

He’s such a trickster that people don’t even realise he is one.

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you kissed me once with whispers of lavender and pulled my heart from my tongue and lapped love from my burning blue lips.

you held me tight wrapped within seaweed that grew-  slick and glistening like oil- from the holes in your satin gown, and i loved every strangled second, and i cherish each airless mem’ry.

your affections pepper my dreams: sharp jags of bitter coral littered among the dunes thirsting for blood bitten from the soles of feet sore for pacing the safety of your thoughts and hoping only to cross your mind.

you used to take my hand, fingers clutching in furtive panic  ‘round my greedy heart, eager to feel each beat pounding, pushing infatuation into your palm, filling every dusty corner and every cobwebb’d crack.

you left me waiting at the pier, lonely with the taste of saltwater taffy and the ache of knowing that if you asked me to do it all again, i’d give my life and wade into the waves just to let you drown me one more time.

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shutters flutter in the breeze a gust brings ghosts to their knees a shallow love, memories of the places once we haunted together huddling away from any weather whether or not we could feel  the icy sleeting sheets and shrill howling glacier-breath of death as it ripped our lives from our lips and left us cold and filled with static our bodies forgot in the fog and here we will remain, you and i and at least we are not alone

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Abandoned Sacred Heart Church off Hwy 2, Near Harlem, MT

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Agnes // Glass Animals

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what a t-shirt idea!

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nap then booze.

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questions from the psych unit drift like downy feathers brushing my lashes but failing with each flap to feel real enough to faze me but the reality of smashed wings beaten against aviary bars is these brilliant birds with their broken spirits who withhold their trauma and their tension for fear of feeling small inside the birdcage of a building where they flock like injured doves in the collective hope that they’ll make it out bigger brighter and with their heads above water long enough to wade to dry land where they may once again manage to fly

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i wish more folks wanted to talk riddles with a terrible ol’ trickster. i do get bored.

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it feels like a drunk poet kind of day. gotta make a liquor run first though.

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abandoned cabin and outhouse

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Tráthúil adjective | (of speech) apt, quick of mind and insightful, cleverly amusing; (of person) ready-witted, quick at repartee x

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Ulydighet noun | willful disobedience of an authority; disdainful and rebelling against those who have authority over you ⚫ ⚫

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Versūtiloquus adjective | eloquent and cunning with regards to speech; secretly mischievous, wily x

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He spoke confidently, catching everyone’s eye at some point. He came across as someone who didn’t miss a trick, someone whose trust you had to earn.

Sarah Lotz, The White Road (via otherkinwords)

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Sortiger adjective | delivering prophecies of the future; having the qualities of being oracular ☄