*double-checks the MBTA* anyway, SO

there are friends, and then there are friends you wish you could share the ASMR experience of hand-skinning a small, slippery animal with. 

(Also I am a very good and careful and patient MBL, whose inventory is now +1 tiny naked starling body, +2 tiny starling feet, and +1 Expertly Skinned Starling Pelt.)

gae-bolga  asked:


Rococo: Is your bedroom full or trinkets and pictures? If so, which pictures adorn your walls?

The bedroom is actually pretty sparse when it comes to decoration. But my office…those walls are covered.

What’s not blocked by bookcases is covered in novelty witchy signs (I collect “The Witch Is In” type signs), photos of my family, Llewellyn calendar pages, hanging plant bundles (pushpins make simple drying racks), artwork, and a set of wooden shelves that hold jars of my frequently-used herbs for witchcraft and medicine. The house besom also lives over the window, along with a little witchball ornament.

It sounds busy, especially for a small room, but it’s really quite relaxing, especially now that it’s been tidied up a bit and there’s room for a chair.

so there was this kid at my old school who was your everyday annoying kid. but the one thing about him, to me, that stood out, was the fact that he would take a pushpin and put it between his middle finger, and his index finger with the sharp part pointing out, and ask for a high five from everybody in my class. you can guess how that shit turned out.

anonymous asked:

are.. are you saying wearing images of our lady of guadalupe is cultural appropriation? it's catholic. catholics wear it.

tbh i’m laughing more at the white boys and the short pushpin bangs, i stole this meme off instagram.
i guess what they’re trying to get at is “most hispanics are catholic➡hispanics believe in the La Virgen➡it is exclusive to hispanics” which is pretty ignorant on its own, but i think its also taking a jab at girls who wear religious attire for “aesthetic”

TT: it would seem my domestic bliss has a body count.

You caught them getting intimate on the kitchen table one night. They clearly weren’t planning on you being back home until tomorrow and holy shit you eat food at that table. There wasn’t enough brain bleach in the whole world to wipe away the memory of your brother’s bare ass with a pair of wide glowing eyes peeking over his shoulder. You left the apartment without saying anything and didn’t come back until the next evening.

The apartment was quiet and nobody said anything when you all sat down at the table to eat dinner. Bro cleared his throat.

“How was school.” he asked you with forced normalcy.

“Fine. Can we get a new table.”

Psi covered his face with one hand.

“Are you joking, we have memories with this one.” Bro hit it with one of his fists.

“More like memories on top of it.”

“Oh my god.” you could just barely hear Psi mutter it.

“Memories are memories.” Bro shrugged.




(the fic is here and rather painfully adorable)

today i

  • didn’t skip any of my classes
  • was able to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner (even though it was mostly cake, fruit, and juice)
  • took a lot of notes in my geology class
  • finished my essay and turned it in on time
  • was honest with my professor
  • liked my outfit
  • laughed a lot with my housemates
  • played guitar and sang
  • talked to my mom on the phone