i need this in my garden

the pale memory of the ink
is carved deep into my skin,
like the poison in your drink
i am left in your garden of sin.
without a trace, you vanished like smoke,
darling, i’m lonelier than i’ve ever been,
did you think i was nothing but a joke?
i am left in your garden of sin.
the moon needs guidance, can’t you see?
mon coeur, will you give me a safety pin?
cause you pricked me till i bled in the sea.
i am gone in the garden of sin…
—  diary // 19:42pm (d.m.)
I am Still a cartoon lover

I was born with a pineapple under the sea, 

I learned things in Cyber Space,

I was raised with kids in the cul de sac.

I found the escaped experiments in hawaii,

I saw ghosts in the town of Amity Park,

I watched Weird World with the Saturdays,

I had misadventures to find Candy Island,

I trained with teens in a T shaped tower,

I defeated the Fire Nation,

I fought in the Gem War,

I survived Weirdmageddon,

I broke out of St. Olga’s,

I made it over the Garden Wall,

I had silly adventures in the land of Ooo,

BUT I’m not done yet!

CUZ I NEED THAT SAUCE MORTY!


(I made this as a redo on my original “I am a Cartoon Lover” showing where my love of cartoons began and how I grew up with cartoons because why not?? As I am still a cartoon lover no matter how old i grow) 

It looks like the time has come and we can upload our artworks, sooooo…..My art for @thedestielartbook !!! 
It was a honor and pleasure to take part in it <3 

I hope you will like it, honeybees!! 

🌙 growing up with an eclectic witch mom 🌙

Originally posted by lucifers-queen

* getting flowers for every holiday. every.one.
* so. many. herbs. (honestly like a big ass cupboard)
* going crystal shopping together (and spending too much money and time there) (imagine my dad crying in the corner)
* flowers in every room in the house. every.
* so many rose quartz stones (because i’m born in may)
* our house is filled with candles
* drawing a protective sigil over our door every new years evening
* “i accidentally spent 300€ at the florists and im not even regretting it.” (actual quote)
* cutting my hair only at new moon
* going to medieval festivals because they are hella cool
* with like proper outfit and shit
* no idea for a present? herbs.
* or plants.
* or candles.
* bonus points if they are colour coordinated
* celebrating samhain, ostara etc
* living for the autumn season
* convincing my dad that “yes we need that cat. totally.”
* srsly how is he not going crazy
* explaining my friends it’s not weed, it’s sage.
* cleaning spells while cleaning the house
* discussing herbs for spells in shops and earning weird stares
* huge ass, gorgeous garden
* “go water the flowers.”
* “go mow the lawn.”
* “don’t discuss with the mother witch.”
* she sends me videos at 3am how to cut the cherry tree. why. i cry.
* water bottles out of glass with energising crystals on the ground
* her grimoire is so beautiful
* like srsly her handwriting has me crying.

but most important: knowing that whenever id wanted to stop being a part of all this, it would have been okay. my dad is not a witch, and that’s okay.
for me witchcraft is just a part of my life and i love it and am proud to have a witch mom ♥️

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My Over the Garden Wall Enoch Cosplay! I made a metal cage that sits on my shoulders so I’m around 6′8 when wearing the costume (I’m 5′6 without the costume). I know Enoch doesn’t have glowing eyes, but if you have the opportunity to add glowing eyes to something, why not? I’m going to take some more photos, its hard to photograph something when you also need to be wearing it. The neighbor kids were probably like, wtf is that?

I made a Tutorial on my YouTube Channel, Watch it here!

 I also have a really cool no face and lego batman costume I need to photograph.

More cosplay pics

★ Instagram: alwaysuncanny 

anonymous asked:

Do I really have to exist

i am not god; i sometimes think about how much doesn’t have to exist, myself included. it’s a problem i find a lot. i don’t feel necessary.

but then, neither is my dog. he is a sheepdog with no sheep. he has nightmares a lot. his purpose is moot.

one of my cats only eats bugs. he won’t catch mice. for an obligate carnivore, he loves moths.

is it required that i or you or anyone else exists. maybe not. but i kind of think of it as a small miracle. you do exist. despite how scientifically improbable it was for you to be created, you were. and something in that is beautiful, you know? the universe needed eyes to watch all these unnecessary things it created. you don’t spend hours on your sim house just to put no people in it. does a house require people to exist? no. but it does require people to be a home.

i know the world demands you Fulfill Thine Divine Purpose. i think that’s kind of bogus. you don’t have to be useful or valuable or exceptional to be worth something. my dog is worth so much to me. the idea that he’s not necessary is silly to me.

yes, i know. life goes on when people leave. true, and true indeed. i think about that a lot. but i also know that my sister’s cat goes to check to see if she’s home every night, and she’s been gone for months. 

grand scheme? who knows. but the truth is that other people need you because you help them feel like they exist with purpose. maybe you haven’t met the right people yet. i felt strongly in senior year of high school that nothing i did mattered - after all, i had no friends. i was bullied. if i died, it would make zero difference. and maybe it would have. maybe the gap would have filled after me. maybe my cat would learn that i was gone, that nobody was coming. maybe my mom would foster a new daughter. who knows. i’m not god.

but i do know if i didn’t exist. if i had taken myself off the table because i didn’t have to exist…. i wouldn’t be here talking to you and all of my new friends here. i wouldn’t tell you that, since you’re here, you might as well enjoy the rest of the things that shouldn’t exist. televisions are sound and image boxes. music and art and dance and writing don’t have to exist, but they do because they bring us joy, fill us with harmony. airplanes are godless flight machines and if god wanted us off the ground he would have given us wings.

airplanes were someone saying “this doesn’t have to exist, but i want it to.”  and i want you to exist because it’s worth it. it’s worth it for the dog you might adopt or the tattoo you might get or skinny dipping or writing songs or planting a garden. all things in life that won’t exist without you, that won’t happen without you around to make them happen. that need you to exist so they can exist too. 

please stay on this earth. i can’t force you, i can’t offer you a promise that the world ever stops hurting. but i can say that somewhere, to someone, you matter. and you matter to me, because you exist, because you reached out to me, because you have a question that i ask myself daily. 

here’s my suggestion. when i’m at the point that the rope has a stronger pull than the art of the world, i make myself count the things that are good, and didn’t have to exist, but do. libraries. books. bath bombs. me and you. because i know we can be a force for good, you and i. somewhere on some level we can help others or just help ourselves and that’s…. good. and i think, really, in this universe that loves entropy, yes, absolutely, we need you. we need the good you can do. and we need you. or, at least: i do.

Now that my sleeping beauty of a boyfriend is awake i could finally scan this :D

FAPuary page 1. Smol iwaois. and a chibi to fill empty space o_O” .. i need to practice them. Onwards to finish Page 2! I tried to not use the eraser as much so .. a lot of this would usually be redrawn :’D… defeats the purpose though.

I don’t think I can live without you
because the minute you drift away, to a place I can’t reach
my stomach gets tied up in knots and my mind goes numb


I don’t know how or when or the way of it
but the thing that hums in my bones with certainty 
is that I need you, I trust you, I love you


because the world seems darker without you smiling at me
and the song of my heart goes quiet when I don’t whisper your name


because when you touch me, the garden of eden explodes into being
and I think my atoms were formed to finish the puzzle piece that is you

—  Unfinished Stories #220 by Abby S

peachiebeans  asked:

Oh my god, Izzy I aDORE your Voltron HCs so mUCH— I find myself rereading them often when I need a giggle omg. Keep doing what u do u radiant garden flower..... u succulent peach...... u beautiful dominos two for one deal...... 👌😩🌻🌻🌻

honestly that’s,,, the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me

  • [shit goes down] “houston we have… so many problems”
    • coran: “??? who’s houston???“
  • allura: “i’m a diplomat” also allura: wakes up, insults someone’s ears, tries to break their arm
  • if coran finds a gray hair on his head he’ll shapeshift it back to orange
  • hunk: “well panicking didn’t solve the problem so i guess i’m out of ideas”
  • keith swears that sometimes in battle he’ll faintly hear lance whispering “pew pew pew” while shooting robots
  • keith: [about to do that shit] shiro: “ke-” lance: “keith
    • keith: “…fine >:(” shiro: ?????
    • lmao so how long do you think it takes shiro to realize that lance is keith’s new voice of reason
  • pidge: “this plan will require using lance’s greatest strength” lance: “what? my hair? my eyes?” pidge: “your obnoxious personality”

“Why don’t you tell me I’m pretty?” Elain said.

Azriel looked up from his book. She was standing in the doorway to the library—frustrated, unsure.

“You never tell me I’m pretty. You never compliment my dresses or the style of my hair.” She crossed to him, hands fisted in the skirts of her cobalt dress. “Why not? Why don’t you give me compliments like the other males?”

Azriel blinked and put down his book. “Because… because compliments are just words, and you don’t need words.” He stood and walked until they were an arm’s length apart. His voice was soft, low. “When you feared for your life, I gave you a knife so you could defend yourself. When you were lost, I asked you to teach me to garden so you would have purpose, and a place. When you were too sad to move or speak, I sat with you so you’d know you were not alone. And when you are happy I am content to sit in silence, to watch and to be, and to not waste those moments with silly observations about your appearance.”

He took a step toward her. And than another.

Her breath grew heavy the closer he got. When at last they shared breath, she whispered, “And what if I w-wanted silly observations?”

He stroked a knuckle down her cheek, to trace her jaw. She stilled, the world so quiet she measured the moments by the pounding of her heart.

“Then I would tell you that no ode to your beauty could ever do justice, and it would not have driven Truth-teller into the Hybern king’s neck.”

He stroked that knuckle down the line of her throat, to the neckline of the dress, trailing it over the tops of her breasts.

“I would tell you that pretty words about how the color of your cobalt dress brings out the warmth in your eyes would not have helped ground you in a new life nor give you purpose.”

He twirled a golden curl around his finger, then slowly tucked it behind her ear.

“I would tell you that nothing could be gained from knowing how a loose curl, hanging near your neck, drives me mad beyond belief with wanting—to touch, to taste—because it would not have gotten you out of bed all those months ago, nor made you feel any less alone.”

He leaned in and every ounce of focus went to what he might do next, where he might touch her next. The entire world balanced on a razor’s edge… his hand found the side of her face and he leaned in. She stopped breathing.

“And I would tell you that I have been in love with you, Elain Archeron, for a very, very long time.”

Azriel gently pressed his lips to hers. It was quiet and strong and light—a silken caress. And it was a beginning of something she had no words to describe.

restaurant owner on kitchen nightmares: please help my failing restaurant

gordon ramsay: the food is bad and you need to make some changes with the way you manage your staff

owner: fuck you gorgben ramsey the food is perfect that’s just how it’s supposed to be and if you don’t like how i do things then that’s your problem you don’t klnow shit fuck gorden this is MY reataurant and MY food don’t talk to me like you own 20 restaurants with years of experience and have 15 tv shows about cooking fuck off garden romby

So I needed some room for my witchy shit

Because I had been ignoring it for WAY too long and although most of it was scattered around the house, the crap that you can’t hide, the stuff that makes people go “so a witch lives here?” was all over a table I apparently claimed as “witch territory”.

Call me Semiramis I-don’t-need-an-altar-I’m-fine-thank-you Magpie

But where, oh where, could I store all my witchy shit?

The bedroom?

The living room?

The garden?

The closet that I haven’t cleaned in a decade?

Ok, so I rolled my sleeves up and set to work. I threw away the useless stuff and kept the memories of my long passed youth (? wtf Rami you’re 23

BUT.

Oh boi.

While I was cleaning I found some bad shit.

And I’m talking about some REALLY BAD SHIT.

Memories and mementos of things I had forgotten, from people that had hurt me as much as they possibly could without killing anybody. At least not literally.

Objects directly connected to them. For you to have an idea, the MOST HARMLESS of the things I found was a CD that my then-21-yrs-old physically, emotionally, and psychologically abusive boyfriend gave me when I was 15 (yup, those numbers are right).

And this is just the teeny tiny tip of the iceberg

Needless to say, I had one hell of a panic attack.

Now, the things per se weren’t bad, but the things they were connected to and the things they reminded me of were too fucked up for me to deal with alone. NO WONDER I had blocked this place from my mind and had postponed dealing with it for a DECADE.

So, what I mean to say is that I needed to cleanse this space before any of my witchy stuff touched it.

No, SCRATCH THAT.

So, what I mean to say is that I needed to cleanse this space before any of my witchy stuff touched it.

I know, I’m hilarious.

THIS SPACE NEEDS A SPIRITUAL DISINFECTION.

I threw some lemon incense in there (lemon=protection, motherhood, sheltering), but… it wasn’t enough so

Rosemary smoke cleansing! 

Look how pretty my cellphone’s shadow looks! Also, the smoke curling against the roof of the cabinet looks pretty <3 

Have a shadow bunny as well.

This blog has a deep VS light tone problem, I know

So I’m there smoke cleansing stuff, suffering because I shouldn’t burn things ‘cause I’m allergic…

And is it enough?

NOPE.

NOT NEARLY.

IT IS TIME TO BRING OUT THE SECRET WEAPON.

GONNA HAVE TO USE THE SPIRITUAL BLEACH.

GET SELENITE’D BITCH

I WON’T HESITATE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*Selenite sits there threateningly*

Made a hematite barrier, and also rosemary water is very good for cleansing! Pro tip!

PUT IT IN A BOTTLE YOU CAN USE AS A CLUB.

*Unintelligible screaming in Spanish*

Sound cleansing too!

CHIME CHIME SONS OF BITCHES

EAT PURIFYING MINT, MOTHERFUCKER

AND THROW THE CAT IN FOR GOOD MEASURE.

Ah, now THAT looks like a cleansed space!

A E S T H E T H I C C

I’ll give you a walk around my witchy supplies someday, and I’ll also explain the Stag figurine there (I’m a secular witch, as y’all know, but if I were to follow a Spirit (never a god), it would be Great Stag, the master of the Wild Hunt, emblem of virility, untamed wilderness, respect, willpower, adaptability, aid, caring, salvation, honor, and king of the Fae). This is me acknowledging his power and thanking him for his cooperation.

So anyway, what I really wanted to show you was how to cleanse a space where trauma has left its mark.

You can use things like

-Incense

-Smoke cleansing

-Selenite

-Hematite

-Rosemary

-Wind chimes

-Mint

-A poor innocent cat

But most importantly!

-Laughter

It’s nothing new that laughter can cleanse the soul, same as singing.

Laugh in the face of your trauma.

Show it that it can’t own you anymore.

If you’re safe now, banish its leftovers with a giggle, exorcise yourself from the painful memories.

Do not let it steal and hog space in your house and your mind.

Do not let it transform you into nothing but Something That Happened To You.

Let yourself be free of it.

At the end of the day, it’s not just a cabinet or a room or a house that we’re cleansing.

It’s ourselves.

-Semiramis, the Magpie Witchling

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lazySunjade - The Kitchen Witch (CC FREE) 

Oh my god, it’s amazing. I made a mod free build! A little supernatural-inspired shop for you to use for whatever you’d like. I can’t vouch for it’s functionality, but it makes for an okay set! I challenged myself to make a cc version of this lot which I will be alphatizing later on, and thought, hey! Why not put it up for download? So here’s the deets:

Generic Lot
$55,022
30x20
COMPLETELY CC FREE 


Note: Because I have some overrides on base game items in my game, this lot WILL SHOW UP AS MODDED on the gallery. But the items will simply show up for you as their regular base game selves. I repeat, there is no cc in this build. But if you are downloading via the gallery you will need to check the “show custom content button”

Required Game packs: 
Outdoor Retreat, Dining Out, Get to Work, Get Together, Romantic Garden Stuff, Spa Day, Vampires, Movie Hangout Stuff, Perfect Patio Stuff, Cool Kitchen Stuff

Make sure you have bb.moveobjects on enabled before placing the lot!

Origin ID: lazysunjade 

or 

[DOWNLOAD]

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KISMET-SIMS HAIR RETEXTURES

so!! kismet-sims makes bomb everything we already know this, but i wanted the hairs to match more with my other hairs in game, so i did some!! Oh Cecilia, howl, wicked garden, and long tucked r not pictured!!! but THEY CAN B DL!! 

THESE HAIRS NEED THEIR MESH!! THEY WILL NOT WORK WITHOUT IT!!

| 1 (honeymoon) | 2 (starlight) | 3 (ceremonials) | 4 (700) | 5 (heresy)

| 6 (callistov1) | 7 (worriedmoon) | 8 (curledbob) | 9 (brataf) |

oh cecilia | howl | wicked garden | long tucked |


  •  do not re upload or claim as your own
  •  if you recolor these GIVE CREDIT to @kismet-sims for mesh and me for retexture
  •  DO NOT include kismet’s mesh when recoloring ( RESPECT HER TOU )

DOWNLOAD

i hope you enjoy!! and thank u again @kismet-sims for allowing me to retexture!! 

Ivlis: I’m tired of being an edgy and abused bitch, so I’ll do everything to changed that because obviously it’s not good for me
Ivlis: but I must do stuff, like… Keep the people who cares about me and care about them.

Ivlis: [Value myself and think that I’m cool just how I am]
 I’m cool just how I am
Ivlis: [Don’t stick my nose on stuff that doesn’t concern me]
Control yourself, Ivlis. Don’t be gossipy.

Ivlis: [Get over old traumas, life goes on.]
Ivlis: [Demand respect]
Look motherfucker, If you ever touch me buttock without permission
I ‘ L L  R O A S T  Y O U
Satanick: Mmm~ you turn me on when you pretend being dominant ^q^

Ivlis: [Accept my mistakes committed and apologize] 
Sorry, I was an idiot
Kcalb: But Eti!!
Etihw: Chill out

Ivlis: I hope that someday I’ll be happy