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this is the sword of good fortune, may it aid you in your travels.
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im here for a few hours. I forgot my password for this account and I seriously cant be bothered to reset it because it’s connected to an email that I’ve also forgotten the passwrod to
And this laptop is the only place I’m logged in and I have been busy creating and going to therapy so Hey Whats Up?
That feeling when your body is requesting something but you're not sure what so you just start eating and drinking random stuff to try and figure it out
Me, eating a chocolate waffle at 7pm: Is this what you desire, oh prison of flesh?
I finally figured out my sewing machine’s bobbin problem and now I want to sew so many things
honestly i think most girls these days feel this deep restless emptiness inside them because no one has access to a field or meadow anymore. you can’t run out of the kitchen with a scarf around your head until you find the nearest empty pasture with hay blowing gently in the wind and just lay in the grass for a long time and listen to the wind until whatever is terrible and hard has passed and you remember that you are made of earth and you will be earth again and then you pick a handful of queen anne’s lace and walk home. girls don’t have empty fields to run to anymore and somewhere deep inside they know that they are missing something vital, and they spend their lives looking for it.
🎃it’s always Halloween inside my head 🎃
vintage girl scout cookie label, c1970s
Collection titles in the At Home Halloween section
tag yourself I’m Primitive Skeleton