keraaminenkettu
spodiddly:

#what’s that?#we have the entire room to ourselves?#there’s no one in here but the three of us#but we still all choose to sit at this tiny little sidetable#and then the two of us sit practically in each other’s laps#and intertwine our arms together as if we weren’t close enough already?#surely you’re just imagining things (via antifanatical)

spodiddly:

 (via antifanatical)

keraaminenkettu

Where is the horse? Where the young warrior? Where now the gift-giver?
Where are the feast-seats? Where all the hall-joys?
Alas for the bright cup! Alas byrnied warrior!
Alas the lord’s glory! How this time hastens,
grows dark under night-helm, as it were not!

Stands now behind the dear warband
a wondrous high wall, varied with snake-shapes,
warriors forsaken by might of the ash-spears,
corpse-hungry weapons—famous that fate—
and this stone-cliff storms dash on;
snowstorm, attacking, binds all the ground,
tumult of winter, when the dark one comes,
night-shadow blackens, sends from the north
rough hailstorm in anger toward men.

All is the earth-realm laden with hardship,
fate of creation turns world under heaven.
Here goldhoard passes, here friendship passes,
here mankind passes, here kinsman passes:
all does this earth-frame turn worthless!

So said the one wise in mind, at secret conclaves sat him apart.
Good, he who keeps faith, nor too quickly his grief
from his breast makes known, except he, noble, knows how beforehand to do cure with courage.

The Wanderer (translated from the Old English)
gluecookie

jethroq:

uusui:

c0rnmuffins:

uusui:

emma-relille-tunger:

uusui:

iceland is scary

are those giant marshmallows

we icelandic people harvest marshmallows, its the only thing that keeps us alive and healthy, every full moon the icelandic marshmallow god demands tons of giant marshmallows to be made in his honor, later these marshmallows gained its own consciousness and has been roaming around icelandic farms since then, so whenever you drive around iceland you will see these mysterious giant marshmallows in their natural habitat

Seriously though what the fuck are those

we icelandic people harvest marshmallows, its the only thing that keeps us alive and healthy, every full moon the icelandic marshmallow god demands tons of giant marshmallows to be made in his honor, later these marshmallows gained its own consciousness and has been roaming around icelandic farms since then, so whenever you drive around iceland you will see these mysterious giant marshmallows in their natural habitat

good try islander, but as every Finn knows, those are tractor eggs. A mother tractor lays eggs in a straight line, and over the winter, they develop from a soup of metal and plastic to first an RC car, to a moped, and hatch in the spring as a ATV. A summer in the fields and forests, and they grow up to be strong little tractors, until they first those that survive reach late stage adulthood as a harvester, and finally migrate to die in the great machine graveyards.