top: a doodle of lillie in a semi-traditional 1700s colonial puritan dress.
bottom: it's called the "divine feminine," mordred. "what the hell is that supposed to mean?" i know that the demons have poisoned your minds with things like "feminism" and "women wearing pants," but surely you can understand a simple concept like this. you see, unlike the modern women of your kind, *i'm* still acting in the way god would want me to act, and in the roles that were determined of us before his unfortunate passing. i know that, as a woman, i harbor an inherent feminine energy that men simply lack, which allows me to better fulfill the female role of "empathy," "clean house," and "cook." "if i were empathetic, i'd know i was annoying and i wouldn't bother you so much all the damn time?" well, i already know that cannot be true, as i have never been wrong once about your opinions. just like that time i accurately guessed you would love reading some sermons together and blocked the doorway until you agreed. yes, you love things like that. please do not talk while i am talking. do not speak. if you argue with me any more i will assume it is the demon and stab accordingly. anyway, as i was saying, i'm girl, mordred. and just as god intended, i'm feminine. i'm delicate. i'm pure. i'm in my girlhood era. now, can you go get me that comically sized butcher's knife? we're having chicken for dinner, so i gotta kill and gut one of the hens, since you're too much of a baby to do it yourself. #homesteading
joke from tumblr i never posted on here #oc #demonvn
