things are remembered differently
@andypaciorekart @ReptonGuide @folk_horror @UrbanWyrd I believe the clouds are telling in this formation: The spirits of the land are strong in Mr. Paciorek.
I believe the clouds are telling in this formation: The spirits of the land are strong in Mr. Paciorek.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 10, 2020
The waves whisper of a black tide map of the Kingdom-Under-the-Sea. A chart of sunken ships and drowned dead. They whisper of their terrible ruler, his salt surge bride, fathom children. – #CLNolan https://t.co/8d4nFk2B86
The waves whisper of a black tide map of the Kingdom-Under-the-Sea. A chart of sunken ships and drowned dead. They whisper of their terrible ruler, his salt surge bride, fathom children. – #CLNolan pic.twitter.com/8d4nFk2B86
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 10, 2020
@oliviasstories @CentreMyth St. MartinÛªs Land and its weak internal sun forever.
St. Martin’s Land and its weak internal sun forever.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 10, 2020
@memizon Did you do the Romford amnesiacs and the Southend Six?
Did you do the Romford amnesiacs and the Southend Six?
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 10, 2020
@criterionchannl @Decervelage Not that cockeyed.
Not that cockeyed.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 10, 2020
The red nettle ÛÒ known in the county as Û÷witchÛªs footstepsÛª ÛÒ when boiled in butter is a healerÛªs friend. Whether you believe its power comes from growing in soiled bathed in the blood of forgotten battles or walked on by witches or Germacrenes D is up to you. – Emily Banting
The red nettle – known in the county as ‘witch’s footsteps’ – when boiled in butter is a healer’s friend. Whether you believe its power comes from growing in soiled bathed in the blood of forgotten battles or walked on by witches or Germacrenes D is up to you. – Emily Banting
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 11, 2020
@Psider1 Nothing in Hookland is made up, just remembered differently.
Nothing in Hookland is made up, just remembered differently.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 11, 2020
@SydMoore1 From the Writer’s Bible. https://t.co/vnyjDrWJZx
From the Writer's Bible. pic.twitter.com/vnyjDrWJZx
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 11, 2020
@SydMoore1 My experience of rurality as a child was always filtered through poverty. Beyond the chocolate box bucolic border that sense of Û÷country poorÛª as a label used to quarantine and exclude. That sense of bitterness leaping generation to generation.
My experience of rurality as a child was always filtered through poverty. Beyond the chocolate box bucolic border that sense of ‘country poor’ as a label used to quarantine and exclude. That sense of bitterness leaping generation to generation.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 11, 2020
@thevitalspark01 @AWhisperofTrees Panic is only ever useful up to point it has kicked your arse into making sensible preparations. After that, panic is fox poo and should be brushed away. Trust in you being wise enough to have been and continue to be sensible.
Panic is only ever useful up to point it has kicked your arse into making sensible preparations. After that, panic is fox poo and should be brushed away. Trust in you being wise enough to have been and continue to be sensible.
— Hookland (@HooklandGuide) March 11, 2020