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cherry valley forever

Andulka
todays bird
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Three Goblin Art
trying on a metaphor

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
YOU ARE THE REASON

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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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@chthonicdaughter
Pssst hey kid. Wanna cleanse your home for free with no effort?
Open a window.
That's it. That's all you have to do. Open a window and let Nature cleanse the space. Free and easy down the road we go.
I mean, at LEAST half the time, those "bad vibes" turn out to be dust and stagnant air, and a little bit of tidying (i.e. removing the stuff that stinks, taking out trash, clearing walkways, decluttering one or two surfaces) plus airing out does WONDERS for lightening the atmosphere of a home.
So yeah. Cosigned.
If you named your car you may already be an animist.
the lover(s)
Hades and persephone are both more levelheaded than me on that level. Listen to your deity’s! It very well may save you trouble lmao
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Persephone Dreams, Niall Grant
Someone recently posted about how Tumblr clout doesn't actually translate into anything in real life, it just means X amount of people read your post, so what's the point?
I mean besides the fact that some people actually use their posts for good, like activism and combating misinformation, there's just posting for the sake of posting which is its own reward.
But also, sometimes you'll make an impression with your fucked up posting that someone decides to send you a DM to talk to you about elves or a podcast or a podcast about elves or something and now you've made a new best friend :)
Also sometimes you get to teach people about sauna gnomes and that's rewarding in and of itself
PLEASE tell me what a sauna gnome is
Okay, so: it's "saunatonttu" in Finnish. The word "tonttu" gets translated as "elf" sometimes but like as a Finn I emphatically disagree with that shit, these ain't no elves. "Gnome" has its own issues but I think it's funny.
They're basically a type of tutelary spirit of the sauna. Whenever you build a sauna a sauna gnome will eventually move in. I mean you can always expedite the process by going to someone else's sauna and telling everyone there that you've just built a sauna and it's such a shame that you don't have a sauna gnome yet, so the local sauna gnome will put the word on the grapevine that any sauna gnomes in need of a sauna know that there's a new sauna in town.
And they basically take care of the sauna for you, making sure it doesn't burn down and that it works properly. But they're also capricious and vindictive: to stay on their good side you gotta make sure to behave properly in the sauna (the sauna is no place for drunkenness or obscenity, in fact going to the sauna should be treated almost as a somber religious ritual), you gotta greet them when coming and going, and it's customary to leave them a vihta/vasta (a bundle of birch branches with the leaves on, used for cleaning up in the sauna) and to leave them one last löyly (a very specific term for the steam that rises from the sauna's stove, called "kiuas") before you leave so the sauna gnome can enjoy the saunaing.
If you're in breach of sauna gnome etiquette they may turn against you and skin you alive or burn down your sauna.
Passing this along in case any of my mutuals were thinking of building a sauna.
if i am saying “drive safe” to you it is not a wish or command btw. i am casting a spell. Get fucking cushioned and shielded and protected idiot
I’ve been seeing a lot of anti-Nazi ones, which is great, but I felt like we needed one to show our support for the Jewish community.
all you goyim I follow - I see you reblogging this and it warms me.
Death is the moss on the headstone I remove with my thumb as a family member tells me how they need to clean the family graves. We bury the dead beneath the green flakes.
Death is the sweat down my back and the ache in my feet. It is the way funeral goers have come up to me to ask how I “deal with this”. I tell them it is beautiful, in it’s own tragic way.
Death is the water in the flower vases pouring down my arm and staining my uniform. It is cleaning leaves out the hearse. It is the smell of the prep room and the chill of the freezer, both not as bad as you’d think.
Death is a family member holding up a toddler to reach toward a dead relative they will not remember. It is the open casket. It is the slight awkward nature of closing it.
My Gods are death, and they’re slick and mean. They are cruel rot and crueler tears. They surround me with music and flowers. Butterflies eat from the cemetery stands. They take and they take and it’s all worth it. It’s all worth it to see them move their hands, mighty and skeletal.
I thank you, oh Gods. Thanatos, Hades, Persephone, I thank you for standing near me. There are so many flowers here.
I cannot see Thanatos as cruel. Not when he is the first thing I shall see open waking. Death may be violent, death may be cruel and senseless, but the god who takes your hand afterwards and gently passes you on, great black wings ablaze, no, I cannot see him as cruel
I like this poem (story?). I like it’s end. It’s a sweet thing, and an honest thing, and that’s what makes it precious. There are flowers here too, sibling mine (even if all we are bound in is faith), and they are beautiful. I can only imagine the fields of every flower that ever once bloomed, lived, and wilted away, could only be more so.
Working so close to Thanatos reminds me everyday that he is kind. Thank you, sibling, for being kind too
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I don't even think I like saying things like "baneful magic" or "beneficial magic" anymore.
Magic is magic. Magic has no morality. Magic is a hammer.
Me, the witch? I'm the one with a conception of morality.
I'm the one who's baneful.