Oh to be

I found god in a hopeless place

İ loved being neglected as a child…………

so much time for research

addicted to saying "ill definitely check that out" about things that i will definitely forget to check out

not me. i'm going to get to it. for you see, i have Opened A Tab

do NOT feel bad abt scarfing down a tub of raspberries. there is NO reason at all to ration them like other delicious treats bc they WILL mold as soon as theyre out of your line of sight

I joined this off the beaten path dollhouse group to get help making a spoopy dollhouse and it’s just making me feel worse. Look at the details in these 2 rooms.

via haunted halloween, off the beaten path dollhouses

sorry for the delay in responding to your message. I was walking around the house with unclear intentions

one can imagine that the bond between a woman in her twenties and snoopy is comparable to the pledge of nuns to jesus christ

Magical stained glass

my ability to be scared despite literally nothing happening knows no bounds

Some of my medieval-inspired calligraphy with Florence & The Machine songs ✒️

Sorry I haven’t messaged you back in a month, I’m oscillating between death and rebirth

stede circling the 'alive' part of the wanted poster like it's multiple choice or something

Damn, missed it again

Happy Bog Day!

Happy Bog Day everyone!!!

Happy Bog Day!!!!!!

There’s something to be said for the way the older generation adheres to social rituals that cultivate community… when I was younger I would be mad embarrassed when my aunt would have me meet random people & I’m still shy but I woke up went downstairs and she introduced me to all of the stonemasons working on the house, bunch of guys she was feeding fresh fruitcake and coffee to and it’s like… yeah this is nice actually. This is what is missing from a lot of modern lives. Like making real efforts at introductions & getting to know whoever is around you even if it feels a little bit awkward is good for growth.

Stunning color photographs of New York City in the 1950s, photographed by Ruth Orkin.

If Black English Isn’t a Language, Then Tell Me, What Is? by James Baldwin is one of my favorite essays every and should be required reading for any linguistics or English major.