éloïse ♱

devoted to the Bridegroom. psalm 139 20

[tearsofthemagdalene]

rot and ruin in my flesh, miracles and medicine in my soul, i am constantly composing and decomposing. angels and demons wrestle in my mind as the ouroboros writhes around my heart, all will be well and all will be lost.

[ravenoustag]

“A little sacrifice, he thought, just a little sacrifice. For this will calm her, a hug, a kiss, calm caresses. She doesn’t want anything more. And even if she did, what of it? For a little sacrifice, a very little sacrifice, is beautiful and worth… Were she to want more… It would calm her. A quiet, calm, gentle act of love. And I…

Why, it doesn’t matter, because Essi smells of verbena, not lilac and gooseberry, doesn’t have cool, electrifying skin. Essi’s eyes are gorgeous, soft warm and cornflower blue; they don’t blaze with a cold, unemotional, deep violet. Essi will fall asleep afterwards, turn her head away, open her mouth slightly. Essi will not smile in triumph. For Essi…

Essi is not Yennefer.

And that is why I cannot. I cannot find that little sacrifice inside myself.”

-“A Little Sacrifice,” Sword of Destiny by Andrzej Sapkowski

[fruitypieq]

Quick what are you doing RIGHT now (besides scrolling Tumblr)

[sheabutterrosesandeucalyptuspls]

shaiannj

[soppingwetratboy]

Being told what to do is great because then you know what to do

[tomb-mold]

the problem is i really do love staying up until one billion o'clock. it just cant be helped

[jewish-joy]

Last year, I befriended a Catholic seminarian. We've gotten to be pretty decent friends. Seeing as he was staying in town for the summer and I wasn't, I entrusted him with caring for my plant.

He did a wonderful job, but as he was returning my plant to my custody, he explained "I watered her every other day, I gave her new dirt, moved her into the sunshine, prayed the rosary-"

"What?"

He looked at me, confused. "Isn't she a plant you pray with?"

"No," I said slowly. "She's a prayer plant. That's the... colloquial name of the plant."

Upon seeing his stricken face, I realized something went wrong. Turns out, this entire time, he's been including my plant in on his prayers and leaving her near icons.

Listen, totally cool. My plant becoming Catholic is a great deal for her not dying over the summer. But now I must navigate this interfaith household. Keep me in your thoughts.

[heartfullofsilver]

[rustyrosary]

Tradcaths and orthobros should kiss eachother

[tearsofthemagdalene]

i like fish

[marypickfords]

Mary Pickford in Johanna Enlists (1918)

[lordwilde]

'Ginkgo' chair by Claude Lalanne

[willowcrowned]

reader LIKED the fic? reader left thoughtful comment because they thought there was something worth analyzing? oh! oh! love for reader! love for reader for one thousand years!

[eesirachs]

confession: I like being Adam’s rib

bone of his bone? god likes you liking that

[uzs-deactivated20260224]

[brarchives]

disorder.forge

[maidslime]

Ok like. Imagine life without ads. You wake up, check your messages across a variety of apps, no ads. You get up and put on the tv while you prep your breakfast, no ads. Maybe you drive somewhere and switch on the radio, no ads. Maybe you drive a long distance, yet somehow, not a single billboard on your path. You pick up a newspaper or magazine to pass the time, no advertisements only articles. You turn on your game console, the home screen is just about your games, no ads to buy more. You open a streaming app, you don't pay extra for no ads, there's just no ads ever.

Think about how much of your time is spent looking at ads. "Download ublock" yeah I know, I have. But that doesn't change that the world is covered with endless advertising. Imagine never seeing that again. How much better our lives would be.