Corporate buzzwords I get tired of hearing (an ongoing list):
-folks
-wheelhouse
-info
-value
Jules of Nature
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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trying on a metaphor
taylor price

pixel skylines
noise dept.
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macklin celebrini has autism

#extradirty

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
almost home

Product Placement
Xuebing Du

JVL

Kiana Khansmith
dirt enthusiast
NASA
Cosimo Galluzzi

seen from Malaysia

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from India

seen from Singapore
seen from Bangladesh
seen from Türkiye
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Italy

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore

seen from United Kingdom

seen from Sweden

seen from United States

seen from Brazil
seen from United States
seen from Argentina

seen from France
@sanguinespirits
Corporate buzzwords I get tired of hearing (an ongoing list):
-folks
-wheelhouse
-info
-value
A mountain beer..
Something really gets to me when I drink a glass of wine. (Probably the alcohol...). I feel good. I feel as if the world is at my fingertips. I’m comfortably wrapped up in my fur blanket that makes me feel bougie, but really I bought it on clearance at TJ Maxx.
53% of my closet is thrifted. The rest was under $10 a piece and cheaply made even though I could afford to buy nice clothes.
My car has hail damage from a storm that happened 9 months ago. I have a $4000 check from my insurance company to fix it, but it’s just sitting in my bank account while my car still functions perfectly with a few dimples.
I get really chatty when I’ve been drinking. I see the good in everyone. I want to kiss everyone and tell them how much they mean to me, even if I just met them 5 minutes ago.
What have I been talking about this entire time? I’m not sure, but I look at my old writing and am jealous of my younger self. I just word vomit now, when I used to place each word specifically and gracefully.
But hey, now I’m old enough to purchase wine. Maybe that’s my problem.
Can we have Halloween again in March???
Not a normal cat
Oh hi
BEKKATHYST WINTER 2017 GIVEAWAY
~This giveaway is in no way affiliated with Tumblr.~
Please read thoroughly before entering!
Hello lovely Tumblr folk! It’s that time again- I have a giveaway for you all. This time I’m celebrating the wonderful year you all gave my shop in 2016, and the hope of an even better 2017!
All these items came from my shop (minus the sage!).
What you get:
(Handmade by me) White spirit quartz copper necklace (you get to decide the chain length!)
$50 credit that can be applied to anything in my shop.
large amethyst cluster from Brazil
almost 9″ obsidian dagger (purely for decoration, not functional)
amethyst sphere w/ small plastic sphere holder
rough kyanite, amethyst crystal, and desert rose
ocean jasper, iron quartz, tiger iron and labradorite palm stones
an assortment of tumbled stones (lapis lazuli, malachite, and aquamarine)
an assortment of polished hearts (carnelian, rose quartz, and polychrome jasper)
two agate slices
large ammonite pair
4 tealight candles (not pictured)
a large sustainably harvested California white sage bundle (sadly if you are outside the US I cannot send this to you)
This has a retail value of $280 in addition to the $50 shop credit!
Rules:
You must be 16 or older. (If under 18 you MUST have parent’s permission)
You must be following me, so you can get updates if anything about the giveaway changes.
Please check out my shop and if you’re interested, you can sign up for my email newsletter here. (Totally not necessary or required, it’s just an option!)
DO NOT tag this post as giveaway. That will risk the notes getting messed up, and this will be ruined for everyone. Please don’t argue about this- for some reason people have said really nasty and mean things to me over this.
Reblog this post to enter. Likes count, too. No giveaway or spam blogs. If you reblog on a side blog, let me know in the tags what the name of your blog is that you’re following me with.
Please don’t spam people with reblogs- you can reblog however many times you’d like, but please be courteous.
Each entry will be assigned a number and the winner will be chosen by a random number generator.
The giveaway ends Wednesday, March 15th at 6 pm Pacific time.
The winner will be messaged and must respond with their full name and address within 24 hours, or a new winner will be chosen.
Please respect me and my rules, and have fun!
I crave sleep. Not because I need rest, but because it's the only opportunity I have now to dream.
Fae
What draws me to you is that you call me by my middle name.
It's such a personal piece of my identity that isn't often recognized as who I am. Shortened in my signature as a mere "F." It doesn't get enough credit considering how special it is.
Fae.
My Great Grandmother's name. From what I understand, she was a wonderful woman who always had a drawer full of cookies and a heart full of love. I only know her through old photos and hand written cards addressed to my mother.
Fae.
My middle name. As a child it seemed to only be used when my parents knew I was up to trouble, and for that, I resented it. Growing older, I understood the history that I carried. I recognized the beauty in those 3 letters that build a bridge between my first and last name.
Fae.
The name that you call me. "Miss Fae" you say. The corners of my mouth turn up every time and I just can't help it. It makes me forget what even happened. No one else has ever created importance in my middle name. The bridge that I tried to burn between us is now reconnected by the letters F-A-E.
Constantly Rekindled
And it was the sixteenth summer of our lives. The summer that tickled us with freedom. Every moment was spent with you. We had cars, we had imaginations, we had each other. Looking at the stars, but only through the reflection of each other’s eyes. It was the summer romance of my dreams.
You were meant to expand your horizons though. France was your destiny and so you left. Exchanging letters while you exchanged lives. Winter flings and spring flings were never quite the same.
And now you’re back. The magnetic pull is just the same. You’re drunken “I miss yous” as you pass the bottle of $3 shitty wine, make me crave you more. We can’t help but to wonder why we never were more. But for now we let our tingling lips meet and burn our worries with our desires.
Sleep Paralysis
Night 1:
10:30
I lay down to go to bed. The quiet noises of my mother getting ready for bed outside of my room is soothing. I close my eyes and immediately fall asleep. For some reason it feels like I am still awake. Opening my eyes, I can't breathe. My body begins to levitate in the air and I am jolted up. I begin screaming for my mom. I can still hear her, but nothing comes out of my throat. She can't hear me. Still struggling in mid air, I am violently thrown down and I seem to "wake up" as if I was dreaming. I roll over and look at my clock.
10:31.
Night 2:
Similar occurrences to night one. Memories are vague, yet unforgettable. The same type of desperation. Can't breathe. Can't move. Panic spreads through my whole body. I wake up and time has hardly passed.
Night 3:
I am staying at Isabella's tonight. As usual she falls asleep before me. I roll over and press my side up against hers for the warmth and feel a hard force pushing me down. My arms are wrapped around my body and I can't move. I try screaming for Isabella, but nothing comes out again. My fingers can barely reach her sides and in an attempt to pinch her or tickle her to get her attention, the force only pushes harder. Somehow I manage to get out of the bed. This is the first occurrence where I move. Running to her mom's room, I can feel a presence follow me. The rest is a blur, but it was also the only occurrence that lasted longer than a minute.
All three nights I have slept in the supine position. This makes it easier for the soft pallet to collapse and to block air flow. In most sleep paralysis occurrences, the subject sees a demon or elf/imp type of character. For some reason I get more of a ghostly presence.
I am doing more research on why this is happening to me.
You're face is thinning and your hair is too long. Stop fucking doing drugs. You are the smartest dumbass I know. YOU HAVE SO MUCH POTENTIAL.