Lara Croft

I’m not actually Lara Croft, sorry, that’s the dream though. Please say hello ! If you want. I am 26 (gosh that actually sounds old?) Also, a girl (I will not call myself a woman, that’s insane and too much responsibility) Fan of running, reading, nature, and movies from the 30s and 40s But I’d like to be a spy, or live in a cabin in the woods and make watches. Or just be Jo

[kintail97]

Hello friends. I have been busy with trees. Look at them.

[kintail97]

Hiii! First time on your blog, and I saw the “favorite kind of tree?” label on your inbox, and I couldn’t resist, so here it goes:

My favorite kind of tree is definitely a birch tree! I love the color of their trunk—that alabaster, silvery tone with the dark speckles. It’s so striking. I think Minecraft had a huge influence on me, as silly as that may sound. It was when I was first introduced to them as a kid, and I’ve loved them ever since. Whenever building a house on the game, I’d always go out of my way to find a birch forest so the house would be made from their pretty logs! Sakura trees are also very beautiful, as well as weeping willows. Oh, I love the drama of weeping willows. Befitting of their name, they do seem to be in this perpetual state of heartache. So beautiful in their wistful sort of melancholy. Someone needs to give them a hug.

And what is your favorite tree?

Oh my gosh hi!! My second ask!! What an honor. Very glad you could not resist.

Okay, I’m a big fan of birch trees as well! That’s an excellent choice. I definitely agree, very striking, and stands out so much from the typical dark gray/brown bark. Not to put any shame on those, because they’re quite lovely as well.

And not silly at all! Minecraft is super fun for sure, and I play games as well so. I did the same, but in Skyrim. They also make me think of the trees described in Lothlorien, they feel very other worldly, almost like moonlight, if a beam of it hitting the earth could cause a tree to spring up all of a sudden.

I hadn’t heard of Sakura trees before, I never knew they’re cherry blossom trees! Those are very stunning, it seems you have something in common with @silkconfessions !

Weeping willows may be my favorite I think, I do love that they have excellent branches for climbing, which is a must for me. There definitely is something melancholic about them, but also quite whimsical and understanding. Like, yes, they’re weeping, but also providing shelter and shade to whomever wishes to lie beneath. Turning the sadness into comfort for others. There’s something beautiful there, maybe? Or I’m reading too much into it.

I also love red pine trees. The contrast between the green needles and the red bark is something else. And I love the scent of pine. But also birch trees. Oh gosh, how could I ask such a difficult question of others when I can barely give an answer?? I digress.

Also, you know, you can send more asks even if they’re not related to trees! Hmm, maybe I should add that to the ask button thing. Perhaps.

Oh boy this is super long, sorry !! Thank you for your lovely ask!! What fun.

[maureen2musings]

Springtime in Oregon

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[kintail97]

You know when you move to a city and you’re like oh my gosh this is a terrible mistake?? And then you see these photos?? And??? I must be there

[hecatesbroom]

Katharine Hepburn in home videos source: katharine hepburn: all about me (1993)

[kintail97]

Some words came to mind today. A song, later, perhaps, but for now they just live on a page. Several, actually. I don’t know what to call this.

There are a lot of questions, so, maybe …Questions? (That’s actually a question)

Anyway.

………

So, I’m here. Where I wanted to be.

But something now stirs within me

Can’t quite put a finger on it

Each time I try, it starts to slip

Out of my grasp

Out of my control

Yet, isn’t this wanted I wanted?

Shouldn’t this make me feel whole?

A dip of the toe, into this pool

At first oh so pleasant, and cool

The blue waters beckon

They charm and entrance

And I’m submerged with just a glance

But to revisit later, in the depths of my mind

Now darkness that bubbles, froths and writhes

Just thinking back, causes me to retreat

To turn in on myself, and the paths that I’ve delved

I’m told not to think, to do what feels right

But how to account for this ensnaring hindsight?

Caught in the web, legs broken and trapped

Too far to go home, too close to shout and ask

Because those who are nearest

Are to deaf to my cries

Cause they’re wordless and silent

Why bother, who’d care? I can’t help but surmise

Physically yes, near me they dwell

But so far away, for anything I could tell

What have I done, who have I become?

My actions speak louder than the words in my mind

How have I fallen into this design?

How am I to know, if by me it’s contrived?

Or the surrounding actions of others so close?

Am I just a reflection, of the desires of those?

Am I really that impressionable?

Each thought vocalized, starts to write its truth over mine

Until my words are mangled, battered and bruised

And all I’ve to follow, are your words turned loose

Is this what’s happened

Am I just to blame?

For letting their blood change my life

And run through my veins?

…….

(Am I allowed to post so often ? )

[kintail97]

I made a grave mistake. I went out after 8pm. When is it not considered rude to leave, after twenty minutes??

[expressions-of-nature]

by Hanna Lazar

[screengoddess]

Katharine Hepburn

[kintail97]

Does anyone else need to feel like they have a personal emotional attachment to artists in order to listen to their music?

I’m not quite sure what it is. But everything about listening to music feels so deeply personal. So if an artist pops up after it’s gone through a whole Taylor swift or Hayley Williams record, it can be so disorienting. And I feel a bit like I’m intruding, like I’m at an event or party where I don’t know anyone, and I’m regretting the moment I walked through the door. You know??

Even if the song intrigues me, I have to switch to someone I’m familiar with and have a connection to. I sometimes wish I could be a bit more casual about things, as it seems rather silly to be so affected by a new artist popping up, you know?

If you relate at all to this I’d be quite curious to hear about your experience as well!

(Also I’m not being sarcastic or deadpanning, sincere me has made an appearance!)

[kintail97]

Is it almost Christmas or

Also I think it’s best if only the side of my face is seen. I may start walking sideways now. And holding a glass in front of my face. Also I’m really tired. Also my right contact is kind of blurry!!

[tswiftupdatess]

'I Knew It, I Knew You' is co-written and co-produced by Taylor Swift and Jack Antonoff.

(June 1, 2026 | via Variety)

[kintail97]

ahhhhHHHHHHhhhhh guys stay calm okay? It’s okay!! It’s totally okay. I’m calm. It’s fine!!

[kintail97]

Okay wait you guys are all so nice and kind and I just don’t know what to do with myself!!! Is it bad that I might prefer talking to some of you more than people I know in real life?? You’re all so cool it is unbearable!!!

That is all.

[kintail97]

Woah I was tagged for something else?? Insane. But this is so fun ! Thank youuu @susanssarandon

Okay, three songs on repeat!!

This is so good and I need the mastered version immediately !! Paramore has a way cutting into my soul in the most brutally honest way. But not mad about it.

“Do you ever feel so alone, that you could implode, and no one would know?”

Um yes? Why are you bringing this to light?? Hello?? You think I can actually handle this?? Absolutely not. But so good. So so so good. Like, sooooo good.

I’m going to be so honest and say that I’ve tried to avoid Midnights since my first few listens, because it just put me in a really dark headspace, you know? I loved the songs, but I just felt way too exposed and shadowed after. Does that make sense?? Anyway! I have returned. I think something about being in a city makes me want to feel moodier and misunderstood, like armor as I walk amongst hundreds of people. It’s a bit spiky, but makes me feel a bit safe. Does this make sense? Perhaps not!

I know this one isn’t a deep track by any means, but it just hits so close to home. Umm “starved my body like I’d be saved by the perfect kiss”. Ow! Just ow. I don’t need that reminder. But! Then it’s like, yeah, you’re on your own kid. And at the end it culminates in but you can face this!!! Holy cow. Emotions! But really, it’s haunting and empowering and terrifying and sobering all at once. Taylor Taylor Taylor what are you doing to me!!!

@hecatesbroom @whispersforher @silkconfessions @foreversilenthere please?? I must know what you’re listening to !!!

[kintail97]

Cherry Blossoms 🌸. They remind me of my time in Bulgaria. There’s something gentle, reflective, and quietly emotional about them that feels very aligned with my personality. They’re beautiful, but not in an overwhelming or attention-seeking way more in a fleeting, meaningful, “stop and appreciate this moment” kind of way.

Hold on, this may be the most beautiful thing I’ve read in a while. Who are you??? Definitely not Batman.

I don’t often hear people mention Bulgaria, so that makes you even more fascinating.

I think that’s the best kind of beauty. It’s simply there, it simply exists. Doesn’t try to be any more than that, and doesn’t shrink itself down. They’re there, and you can choose to pay attention and appreciate them, or not. Their beauty and worth isn’t defined by how many people fawn over them.

So much lovely thinking for the morning! Thank you so much for telling me!

[kintail97]

If anyone is terribly interested, okay no one will be interested but ! I did not straighten my hair today ! And will be showing my face in public soon ! I’d appreciate any support in case someone throws something at me because of my appearance.

Also listening to folklore because someone very cool who I follow posted a song and I listened and I am distraught ! This was a bad idea. I do this all the time, alas

[vintage-every-day]

Katharine Hepburn with her two sisters Margaret and Marion in 1939.

[kintail97]

What a crew

[charitydingle]

Bringing Up Baby 1938, dir. Howard Hawks