The Shortest Day. Words by Susan Cooper, illustrations by Carson Ellis.
DEAR READER
Not today Justin

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Sade Olutola
will byers stan first human second
Xuebing Du
Stranger Things
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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occasionally subtle

Janaina Medeiros
Misplaced Lens Cap

if i look back, i am lost
2025 on Tumblr: Trends That Defined the Year
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The Shortest Day. Words by Susan Cooper, illustrations by Carson Ellis.
‘Keeper of the Light’ by Maggie Hasbrouck
Yule (2020)
Some delicious gingerbread cookies I made on Christmas Eve ✨🌲
It’s officially my favorite season.
The season of going within, the long dark nights.
The time of year when shadows are deeper and the candle flames dance and flicker in the cold winds.
Remember, and feel. Connect to your ancestors and the frozen earth, they are waiting.
Miniatures and Jewelry
Ash Elizabeth Art on Etsy
Look at these tiny things @lookatthislittlething
The key to my transformation lies in my courage to face the truth about myself.
New altar/spell crafting kit available ✨
This beautiful puzzle box includes lavender, chamomile and rose petals. Perfect for a self care spell! Also included: amethyst, quartz and citrine.
Available here!
Quote by Lea Natay
i am manifesting an extraordinary reality and deserve the abundance that is coming my way. i am divine. i exude confidence. i am aligned with my highest self. any opposing energy, i quickly release. i move from a place of love and gratitude and the universe is conspiring in my favor.
Blessed Solstice, dear ones ✨
It’s officially my favorite season.
The season of going within, the long dark nights.
The time of year when shadows are deeper and the candle flames dance and flicker in the cold winds.
Remember, and feel. Connect to your ancestors and the frozen earth, they are waiting.
From “Honey, we built Chernobyl or: a cigar-shaped shelter” group show at Krakow, 2019