Guy Who Thinks Hes A Genius-level Master Manipulator Who Gaslights Everyone So They Do What He Wants

guy who thinks hes a genius-level master manipulator who gaslights everyone so they do what he wants except none of his lies make sense and hes clearly not telling the truth but nobody wants to hurt his feelings so they all just go along with it

Sailors Superstition Part 2

Somehow I lost the original part two. So I’ll continue here for now.

Forbidden woods If a shipwright planned to build a ship out of walnut or even fruitwood, he could be hanged for it. For a ship made of this wood was considered crazy and they would try to drown their crew. Therefore, this wood was never allowed to be used.

Blue Well, even the colour blue was considered unlucky. Here it depended on the shade of the colour. Navy blue was excluded from this (but it also depended on how the officer who wore this blue behaved towards the crew). If he was OK, the blue was also OK. If he was an ass, then the blue was also a bad one), because medium to light blue was the colour of mourning on a merchant ship. If the owner died, a blue stripe was painted around the hull and had to remain there for a year. If the captain or another officer died, a blue flag was flown to show other ships and the home port that he had died due to other circumstances and not because of mutiny. Some Sailors did not even allow this colour in their house because it was considered the colour of death. This is btw where the term “feeling blue” comes from.

Horses If a Sailor dreamt of horses at home, he had to be ready, because that meant he would be on the high seas again.

Summer Bugs, arguably the best kind of bugs

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ok so i made the mistake of standing on the beach in the dark and listen…….. listen. there is nothing that cares about you less than the ocean in the dead of night. it is tangible. you can’t fuckin see a thing. there is no horizon. it’s a ceaseless void and she cares for no one and loves nothing. you have to respect her bcs she clearly has no fuckin love for you and if she wanted she could take you and NO ONE WOULD KNOW

A shot from The Sorrows of Satan (1926). This shot would go on to be the cover of Bauhaus’s “Bela Lugosi’s Dead.”

oh no i’ve figured out how to change ALL the displayed fonts on firefox