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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Peter Solarz
art blog(derogatory)

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we're not kids anymore.

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His vagina is just out touching the floor!!!!!!
Just putting this here for the sake of completion
you behave like a beast and you'll be put down like one
“Path“ by | Mevludin Sejmenovic
Cú Chulainn + Flowers
Jack O’Lantern Facts!
Jack O’Lanterns are an Irish tradition and were originally carved from turnips.
They were meant to ward off malevolent spirits, and keep them away from the home.
The name jack-o’-lantern was originally another name for will-o’-the-wisp, the atmospheric ghost lights that appear over bogs, swamps, and marshes.
The lights are a natural chemical reaction, and figure largely in English folklore.
They’re tied to the Irish legend of STINGY JACK, a deceitful drunkard who tricked the Devil out of claiming his soul. After his death, both heaven and hell refused him entry. The devil gave him an ember of hellfire, which Jack carries in a turnip lantern as his soul wanders for all eternity. Travelers must beware of encountering his spirit–and the telltale glow of the hellfire–at night.
Irish immigrants carried the tradition to the U.S., where pumpkins were instead.
(the turnips were freakier tbh)
Was just informed by my mom that I do in fact have ADHD and the reason I thought I didn’t was because ever since I was seven whenever I got super energetic my mom would have me go chop wood so now when I’m feeling The ADHD I go chop wood and I thought it was just some sort of routine I started when I was little and wanted to blow off steam
I’d also like to point out that my sister has a really hard time staying present (I can’t remember the term because we’ve always called it Tethered at my house) and whenever she’s feeling Untethered my mom has her knead bread and make syrup because they’re repetitive and easy things to do that ground her
Now that I’m thinking about it- my brother has days where he doesn’t talk and doesn’t eat unless he’s prompted, and on those days my mom sits him down in the fish pond in the backyard and plays Mozart and because he’s so used to that being his wake up he always comes back in after like an hour rambling about random things
Oh yeah and when it rains my mom has a required hour where we all have to go outside and run around and whoever finds the most worms for the garden wins and then we go inside and my mom makes us tea and we watch Studio Ghibli movies
Wait!!! When one of us has a bad day at school we make a fire in the backyard and roast homemade sausages and my mom tells us stories until we laugh and then she tucks is in bed like we’re five again and sings us songs
Uh.... wait guys is my mom a witch raising a bunch of fae kids hold on-
your mom is very definitely a witch raising a bunch of fae kids, please tell her i love her in the abstract way one can love a complete stranger.
Modern problems require ancient solutions.
behind the scenes of women in horror
being the lady, who lives in the castle, has a large library and a cellar with lots of bottles of wine, reads books, while sitting in the cosy chair, always wears lace dresses, settles vintage parties and mysteriously smiles at strangers
Cottagecore
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I am a peddler of chubby cat pics
Pray. Show me your wares
“I’ve felt anguish inside me for years and did not know its origin.”
— Nikos Kazantzakis, from a letter to Emmanuel Papastefanou c. 1922