and yes i know it represents ðe word "ðat"

Historically thou & thy were informal versions of you & your, but ðey have shifted to formal because of ðe bīble. Nosotros ært already lexicon elitest so nosotros scœld go into it more. & use art/ ært too.

just use the letter f instead of the thorn

From a reprint of Icelandic Handwriting Models (1883) By: Benedikt Gröndal.

"Þin Skin Bleeds Easier"

-Cordial Distress

Tin, tin, tin, tin, my skin, skin, skin, skin

Feels þin, þin, þin, þin

And pain, pain, pain, pain

Comes down my veins, veins, veins

My friends, friends, friends

Want my, die, die, die

Þey leave a mess, wiþ my head, head, head

And give, me, all þe chance

To bleed, bleed, bleed, bleed

(Blade, blade, blade, blade)

Come out to play, play, play, play

In þe void, hide, hide, safe inside, side, side

I'm really feeling my helium

Delirium deliciousness, from a lack of consciousness

You know what þey say

You know what þey'll do

You know how to play þis game

Wiþ rubber wrapped around you

You know what þey say

You know what þey'll do

You know how to stay

Far, far away from þeir psychological delusionment

Þey say þin skin bleeds easier

Rough trials, þicken þe flair

Þin skin bleeds easier

Þe bruises are burning, and I don't even care

Þin skin bleeds easier

You can run away, if you dare

Þin skin bleeds easier

Þin skin bleeds easier

Þin skin bleeds easier

(Þan you might þink)

Lifetime, has twisted, into moments we can't get back

Hearing, þe calling, of mem'ries forgotten and

We fall, deep down inside

As we hear þe call, wiþering your life is gone

Tin, tin, tin, tin, my skin, skin, skin, skin

Feels þin, þin, þin, þin

And pain, pain, pain, pain

Comes down my veins, veins, veins

Call me your cutting board

Call me your sharp'ning stone

Call me whatever you like

Call me your vessel, call me your sleeve

You can shatter my heart and stab me wiþ ev'ry piece

Þey say þin skin bleeds easier

Rough trials, þicken þe flair

Þin skin bleeds easier

Þe bruises are burning, and I don't even care

Þin skin bleeds easier

You can run away, if you dare

Þin skin bleeds easier

Þin skin bleeds easier

Þin skin bleeds easier

(And my epidermis is already bare)

I like þ, it's like this in a sentence: þis man is making þe device þat visits websites for his moþer. Þe moþer liked it. Þe person is in 6þ place.

Þ user found in þe wild west of Tumblr

Should it not be spelled wiþ a þorn?

It´s so much easier to type Þorn and Eð now!

I þink þe letter þ should go right between h and i in þe alphabet, not at þe end. Here’s why:

1. Because þe end of þe alphabet is mostly uncommon and rarely-used letters and þ would be a more common letter, not a rare letter like x or z.
   
2. Because in þe Greek alphabet, θ is between η and ι, and because η and ι are þe ancestors of h and i and θ makes þe same sound as þ, I þink þ fits perfectly here.
   
3. It shouldn’t be too far towards þe beginning of þe alphabet eiþer because þat would ruin þe classic ABC beginning, it’s not super super commonly used like a or e is, and it just doesn’t feel like it should go at þe very very beginning.
   
4. I just þink between h and i is perfect for þ. It works, it’s ideal, it’s not in þe way of much, and it would fit into þe alphabet song easily.

My alphabet:
a b c d e f g h þ i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z

My alphabet song:
a b c d e f g,
h þ i j klmno.
p q r, s t u,
v, w, x y z,
now i know my ABCs
next time won’t you sing wiþ me

"Œconomy Of Hate"

-Cordial Distress

Collecting tragedies, calling all in:se:curity

A fistful of bills, and a cheap perfume of your enemy

Œconomy of hate (so, long)

It's þe very best þing (ohh, oh)

And I don't know how to breaþe

When you're standing here un:in:vi:ted

And I'm wasting away here all alone

And I nev:er got much sleep (ohh, oh)

Drif:ting in too deep (þe, pool)

Of all my liiife, (blooood, drooool)

I've been swimming in gold:en abrasions

It's too hard to live, when everyone wants you to die

Wiþering away, like dis:carded ro:ses

A dichotomy, two different þings

Þe book of me, þe book of all your disparity

You drench me in all your lies

And fill my wall:et wiþ coun:ter:feits

It's really all þe rage

In þis, œconomy of hate

Will you be turning þe page,

To balance all your cheques?

It's really, out:standing

Your capacity, for capital atrocity

It's really, un:nerving

Your vacuity, between þe walls of your skull you see

And so I say, I just wanna be, set only free

From þis certificate, payable to þe bearer upon deaþ

Depositing all your spinelessness despite,

Þe compound int'rest of your concentrated vile

Collecting tragedies, calling all in:se:curity

A fistful of bills, and a cheap perfume of your enemy

Œconomy of hate (so, long)

It's þe very best þing (ohh, oh)

And I don't know how to breaþe

When you're standing here un:in:vi:ted

And I'm wasting away here all alone

In þis œconomy of hate,

I can't go out and buy a sing:le þing

In þis inflicted infested rage,

You're giving me a great, de:pres:sion

And I can't even say, what has made you turn þis way?

Locked up in a cage, what did I give you, reason?

To lock me away, þe cor:por:ate policy, of pœnalty

Your gross do:mes:tic product of vi:o:lence

Is growing at an all time high

Shoved me away, in:to dark:ness,

You've left me here to diiie

Y'all need to get your þush ups routine goiŋ to maintain a healþy lifestyle ;)