things are remembered differently
Recall of dream brought about goose-flesh alchemy that morning sun could not reverse. Even tea did not dissolve the unquiet. – #CLNolan
Recall of dream brought about goose-flesh alchemy that morning sun could not reverse. Even tea did not dissolve the unquiet. – #CLNolan
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016
The wounds of the night always let through a deeper form of darkness. This is a truth of folklore. – #CLNolan #FolkloreThursday
The wounds of the night always let through a deeper form of darkness. This is a truth of folklore. – #CLNolan #FolkloreThursday
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016
@HelenSlavinBook Gaslight is shadelight.
Gaslight is shadelight.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016
It’s 1st of September. It’s the Parade of Hoods. No folklore festival scarred me more than this. #FolkloreThursday https://t.co/NbDamzOvHW
It's 1st of September. It's the Parade of Hoods. No folklore festival scarred me more than this. #FolkloreThursday pic.twitter.com/NbDamzOvHW
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016
@DailyGrail @MikeJayNet @johnreppion That looks bloody gorgeous!
That looks bloody gorgeous!
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016
@bayleahart Above my monitor I have the words: ‘I am not the troll whisperer’. I find it useful for reminding myself that often it is …
Above my monitor I have the words: 'I am not the troll whisperer'. I find it useful for reminding myself that often it is …
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016
@bayleahart … just cruelty rather than informed by anything worth giving any attention to.
… just cruelty rather than informed by anything worth giving any attention to.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016
@SRanceRiley @HJBlenkinsop The Hookland position on corvids. https://t.co/ijVrmBStGM
The Hookland position on corvids. pic.twitter.com/ijVrmBStGM
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016
Folklore is a smoke inhaled by the side of cave-fire and exhaled in the snug of today’s tavern. It the dissolver of time. #FolkloreThursday
Folklore is a smoke inhaled by the side of cave-fire and exhaled in the snug of today's tavern. It the dissolver of time. #FolkloreThursday
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016
Folklore is a co-operative enterprise across the generations, a partnership between the living and the dead. – #CLNolan #FolkloreThursday
Folklore is a co-operative enterprise across the generations, a partnership between the living and the dead. – #CLNolan #FolkloreThursday
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) September 1, 2016