The Honey House: Cob home made by 3 girls, plenty of helpers, only $1500 and a whole lot of mud love

blake kathryn
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Jules of Nature
Peter Solarz

if i look back, i am lost
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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Cosmic Funnies
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titsay
One Nice Bug Per Day
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Acquired Stardust

Kaledo Art
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Keni
occasionally subtle
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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@blackboyquesting
The Honey House: Cob home made by 3 girls, plenty of helpers, only $1500 and a whole lot of mud love
I just need to know what I can do to help.
Father James Baldwin speaks.
Take me Oya.
You know your pain better than anyone. And it’s real.
we all have a dark side.
This blog will make you feel at peace
~The fall Witch~
i finally finished a new illustration for my witch series, uni started for me again so iv been working on this on and off but im happy im finished and can share it with you guys
here are the others witches 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 , 6, 7,
Now available as a print and a phone-case !!
Grief in the Post-Demise
At times, I feel like I’ve destroyed my life - all because I wanted to be happy, and I wasn’t back then. I was unhappy, anxious, depressed, and frustrated with myself, with my work, with my relationship. Now that I have shaken off some things, I find myself wrestling with grief and it’s been 4 months. I try to acknowledge and release the grief but it remains. So, perhaps, instead of trying to release it I should accept it as a chronic condition of my post-demise.
Mondays
thangka painting (source: en.seercn.com)
She transforms her own dark into her own light. She sees her private shadows - and loves them. She meets her emotional depths - and owns it. She faces private fears of separation - and rises above the illusion. She is the source of her Self and she is always in a state of greater becoming.
Molly McCord, The Modern Heroine’s Journey of Consciousness. (via venuschild)
1960s Congo - Bateke Man