the feminine urge to lie face down in the forest and let the moss consume me

come lie down with me for a few years

Become one with nature, if the crows accept you, that is.

Brainwormed by my constant fiending is a new phrase that i can feel seeping into my vocabulary

CUSTOMER SERVICE: is there anything else i can do for you

ME: you’ve been very helpful, can i have your name

CS: sure, it’s janice

JANICE: thank you

: you’re welcome

The only thing in 2025 that matters. Where are you keeping them

Entered the party covered in scraps of holly and ivy. Praised for my seasonal spirit, I didn't let on that I'd been lured into a hedge and mugged by wrens.

The microplastics in my blood are telling me not to go to work today

I think more women in fiction should be angry and mean and most important Rude

evil chappell roan:

it's slime... it's ghoul...

Always waking up with mysterious bruises I didn't have the night before. Can only surmise I'm being visited by The Night Boxer

The Season’s Upon Us by Dropkick Murphys is the only festive song I’m letting myself listen to right now. Can’t help myself

Some things I like for the algorithm and to find like minded people :)

🍒 A Song of Ice and Fire
🍒 Baldur’s Gate 3
🍒 analysing literature and music
🍒 Hozier
🍒 Florence and the Machine
🍒 The Amazing Devil
🍒 Lord of the Rings
🍒 getting into DnD !
🍒 folklore and mythology

The Northern Lights over Scottish West Coast back in May 💫🌌