I can't express as a reiki master and tarot reader how happy I am to have crocheted a literal third eye.
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I can't express as a reiki master and tarot reader how happy I am to have crocheted a literal third eye.
Reiki sessions are booked for the day but I'm available for tarot readings anytime! Nothing says Hello Fall like a tarot reading from your favorite witch mama. Rates starting under ten dollars.https://etsy.me/2omZ7YD
“what happened to you made you stronger”
i was a child. i didn’t need to be strong i needed to be safe
Who cares if your au is similar to stuff that’s been done before? There are 15 million coffeeshop aus out there and people are still eager for more. Create the ideas you want to and don’t let anyone give you crap about it.
Create what you want to!
Create what you want to!
Create what you want to!
Create what you want to!
Create what you want to!
Create what you want to!
Create what you want to!
Create what you want to!
Don’t let anyone stop you from being creative and happy. This has been a PSA.
may your WIPs be kind to you
Me, struggling to keep up with classes, working part time job, barely eating:
32 amazing fic ideas:
Writers by themselves: Can describe the story perfectly, effectively, and in a way that is fun to hear.
People: What’s your story about?
Writers, happily realizing they have a chance to talk about their writing the same way they have practiced before: There’s this dude... and uh... he’s the protagonist... um... the plot definitely exists, but uh... you know?
I post writing jokes and advice. follow me if you want more content like this!
Writers getting ready for bed: Not many new ideas today. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
Brain: When will you realize that the ideas start at 3am?
Hey remember that episode of Spongebob where Sandy sings about being homesick for Texas and Spongebob and Patrick overhear it and are worried that she’s going to leave Bikini Bottom so they have a Texas party at the Krusty Krab with all their friends, recreating things in Sandy’s song but they fuck it up like, pecan pie is just a can of peas shoved in a pie, barbeque is barbed wire in the shape of a Q, and the ten gallon hats are just plastic water jugs on their heads, and like…. Sandy just laughs so hard she breaks into tears, cause she sees what they’re trying to do for her to make her feel at home because they love her and don’t want her to leave…………… yo do you ever think about that goddamn episode
And then she realizes she’s already at home bc she’s with them and they all love her so much? Nickelodeon didn’t have to go that hard but they did gotdamn
remember that she killed patrick for making fun of texas
Crowley (drunk on a bar): sometimes I can't believe myself. I mean, I slithered here from Eden just to what? Hide outside his damned door?
Hozier (taking notes): tell me more...
Crowley, after his 5th drink: and sometimes I just want to kiss him, like- like, you know, humans. Real humans. Like people. It that too much too ask?
Hozier, already filling his second note book: No, no, go on
THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I MEANT!!!
One of my family members is upset because I let Jack dress "feminine." They're fine with him painting his nails and playing with Barbies, but are uncomfortable with him dressing in some of my shirts from when I was little because he'll be teased...
To which, I've argued that I'm raising Jack to express himself. Jack is already bullied for being autistic and nonverbal. Jack is going to be bullied for the rest of his life merely because people are unwilling to acknowledge his existence as equal to their own.
Jack is a rowdy little boy but he's also extremely sensitive and nurturing, deeply intuitive and in touch with his feminine side. I want to raise him to make all of these his strengths. There is nothing wrong with feminine boys and putting no pressure on the gender spectrum.
So flex, Jackie. Shine as bright as you can. Lizzo would be proud of you and that's all that matters.
Yarn closet has been organized.
Crocheted my jeans together, good luck trying to tell me I'm showing too much skin, Mom!
Excuse me idk who I think i am but for a second i thought i was cute enough to share but if you don't mind after this I'll go back to not sharing my mug.
You may have heard I'm a failure...
People like to talk about my failures, which of course as you can imagine, made me cringe with anxiety knowing people knew how far I had fallen from grace.
However, lately I've been viewing my failed business attempts and relationships as just efforts. The journey isn't over when life falls apart, you're supposed to take your bad experiences and apply them to the next effort, taking note on how you can attack your goals differently.
I think of all the books I've written with bad reviews and sale flops, shops I've opened that I couldn't keep up with, proclamations of stories I was writing for them to never come into frutation because I was manic when I made my declarations and didn't follow through. I was really ashamed of that for a long time. I have beaten myself up more times than I can count for my flawed efforts.
And isn't that a little ridiculous? Because, I mean, if I saw someone like me on my feed trying I would admire them with my whole heart because they were trying to follow their dreams. I wouldn't hyper focus on each monetary failure. I would still be rooting them on as long as they followed their soul and kept producing art that services their happiness.
If I can do that for all the strangers on my friend's list, why the hell am I not feeding myself with that same kind of energy?
So yes, you may have heard I'm a failure. But I've only just begun my journey and I'll be damned if I don't keep trying. I only fail once I've given up. I may have been sitting in a corner for a long time, but I'm back in the ring baby, and I'm looking for a knockout.
me: the weather is gorgeous today! person: it’s storming??? me: yes