Hmm, this goddess Eowyn is an interesting one... I've never actually come across her before, yet she seems to pop up everywhere in different religions..😁 😁
Alexander Parker69, bravo! You actually managed to make me laugh until I cried!👍 😉
The usual suspects, really. Raw, untanned hide—deer would be ideal, though I'll settle for goat or cow if I can't find anything better—some river stones, a falcon feather, a wolf tooth, and a single piece of fine oak about three feet high. Plus whatever else happens to be lying around. 😳
Two planets are drifting through space when they finally cross paths. "How’s life treating you?" one asks. "Can't complain. You? " "Honestly, not great... I've got a few parasites living inside me." "Don't sweat it. They'll just clear themselves up eventually!"
LOL😁 😁
You really think so? In my experience, nothing ever just fixes itself.😁 😉
I don't buy any of those wild conspiracy theories about globalist masons, bandits, or some weird Vatican-Communist-Zionist mess claiming Coca-Cola invented Santa Claus!
Exactly!👋 👋 👋
Everyone knows Santa was around long before Coke ever existed. I remember him bringing gifts under the tree way before I ever took a single sip of that carbonated stuff that burns your throat and leaves you burping for hours.😁
I actually know a tribe out West where Santa is their sacred totem, passed down through generations from one evergreen to the next. So go ahead, let someone try to prove he isn't real. I dare them. Show me!😠 😁 😉
I only feel alive when I’m lying flat on the grass, staring up at the sky, breathing in that scent of damp earth while listening to a woodpecker hammering away at a nearby oak.
People around me claim my presence somehow nudges them to finally bloom. I don't let it get to me.
I had higher expectations too. Honestly, the ending just felt flat and unfinished. Everything was flowing so well—the way they captured that high-society American aristocracy with all its pretension, and the brilliant contrast between the help and the "masters." But something just wasn't clicking. Maybe I need to watch it again, though I'm not exactly itching to do so.
Watched it yesterday. The plot was predictable as hell. I’ll give Pacina credit, though; he played that internal conflict brilliantly. That tension—that struggle between good and evil, selling your soul just to find yourself again—is really the only thing saving this movie. But you can't carry a two-hour script on the back of one character alone. Everything else felt incredibly thin. The scenery was stunning, though. Great concept and an awesome setting, but the execution? Total letdown... rating: 3
St. John's Wort isn't exactly the heavy hitter you'd call a "natural antibiotic." If you want real muscle, you're better off looking at things like garlic or echinacea.
Most people I know just keep it infused in olive oil—it’s pretty much the gold standard for soothing burns or minor scrapes. It works well enough as an antiseptic and helps with inflammation.
If you're brewing it as a tea, though, don't expect a miracle cure for everything. It’s mostly used to take the edge off nerve issues and help with insomnia. That's really where its value lies. 🙂
Look, Solaris, if you get the right professional help, the recovery process is incredibly smooth. Believe me, I've been there. It’s a whole different story if you try to take them on by yourself—then you're looking at a much longer fight.