We Drink Our Wine And Wonder Why Were Really HereWhats The Point Of Even Asking?You Take The Good And

We drink our wine and wonder why we’re really here What’s the point of even asking? You take the good and bad and make the best of it.

Buildings and Mountains—The Republic Tigers

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Anthesteria -- the Festival of Flowers, the Feast of the Dead.  Welcome, Keres...

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Ariadne, mistress of the labyrinth, long linked to the serpent mother goddess. Pregnant, abandoned by Theseus after helping him slay her brother the Minotaur (Theseus ran off with her sister Phaedra, by the way, what a cock), she married the god Dionysus.

Because after you’ve helped murder your brother for love of a man who then nicks off leaving you pregnant on some island so he can bone your sister what better to do than marry the god of booze.

Seriously though Ariadne you are one of the most interesting mythological women.

mythology series → the drunken god of ritual ecstasy dionysus [Διόνυσος]

what a night for a dance, i get lost in the night so high i don’t want to come down in the dark of the night i could hear you calling my name but all the while i was dreaming of revelry born to run, like a stream down a mountainside with the wind in my back but the demon and me were the best of friends from the start in the back of the woods in the dark of the night dreaming of revelry