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Today one of my friends told me that they fully believe I have the power to curse people which is like, one of the greatest compliments I’ve ever received. I don’t dabble in black magic and very much prefer sticking with the lighter side of witchcraft, but the sheer notion that I give off that sort of vibe is kinda flattering.
A new mini scene my dudes :P
These are going to be incorporated in another project, but I thought that they made a cute scene for now ^_^
I’ll probably have some (if not all) of them listed up on my etsy in a month or so, once the project is over!
Have a great long weekend y’all ~
is she... y'know... *mimes baking bread in a secluded woodland cottage while a butterfly floats by your windowsill herb garden*
The past two weeks have been pretty rough. Aside from work becoming increasingly draining (I’m an assistant dietary manager at an assisted living facility so food service + medical) I’m still recovering from a rather persistent chest cold. On top of that I injured myself at work yesterday which resulted in a pretty gnarly sciatica flare up that has lasted into this evening.
In light of all this I’m trying to teach myself that it’s perfectly okay to withdraw and focus on self care and if someone feels otherwise then that’s on them. I should never experience shame or guilt for being unable to help others during this time. Especially when I’m barely able to take care of myself. My health and general well being should take priority over anyone else’s.
It’s been difficult.
So today I went out and bought a new sheet set for my bed (it’s a very lovely pastel yellow) and lightweight quilt with a floral pattern on it, that way I can still sleep with a blanket of some sort when it starts getting warmer out. I also intended on dying my hair this soft bubblegum pink but I couldn’t get my hair light enough and the dye itself is so light that it just won’t stay. So I’ll have to figure something else out.
Statue of Apollo covered in tulle netting
A copy of the Greek bronze original by Leochares (330 BCE)
Blanton Museum of Art
Art by Emanuele Fais
Floral Bear Honey Pot
The Aoyama Flower Market Tea House in Tokyo 🌸
Some MORE incredibly rude ravens
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Art by Sofia Verigina
Lie to me Speak beautiful falsities so I may feel desired Help me experience that foreign sensation
Sing for me Serenade this husk and allow it a moment of love For glimpses are more than enough now
Write about me Describe my eyes yet ignore my face And focus on the texture of my brittle ego
Distract me Confer the tool to curb my horrid thoughts Bring me a sliver of glorious silence
Make me laugh Please Just once more
Cottages are cute
Warning springs forth into the glade of my mind Troubling portents of events yet written Beckoning with gnarled hand and tempting my wandering eye
“Into the woods, my child” it speaks, “Into the woods once more.”
The scent of whim hangs like morning dew upon blades and boughs A tantalizing portrait of unspoken prospects Laden with foreign baubles and familiar laughter
“Into the woods, my son” it sings, “Open your wings and soar.”
Melodies of sugary sunlight guide my tired steps Promising respite upon linen and down, lavender and raindrops All coaxed by crackling flames amidst the sound of strings
“Into the woods, my light” it pleads, “Follow the forest floor.”
Here I stand puzzled as I gaze upon a ruin of lumber Lamenting the loss of time itself, cursing poor insight and planning ‘Til the siren call returns to beckon me
Into the woods once more.
You claim again your hands are tied, We know this much is true. But there’s a fact you still deny: All this is caused by you.
Through fear and doubt and moment’s pause, You craft that fateful wire. To bind your wrists and bleeding heart, And snuff out your inner fire.
The walls are raised and mask is worn, An old routine in place. The world is free to turn once more, Just at your cautious pace.
So laugh and smile, spin your tales, All through gritted teeth. Waste your light and love to hide, The creature underneath.
“self love is a long dance that you will routinely fall out of rhythm with, forget the steps to, and struggle to master, but darling, no one said practicing this dance would be easy.”
— iambrillyant
☀️Beltane honey-lemon vanilla madeleines ☀️
3 eggs
½ cup plus 3 tablespoons caster sugar (superfine sugar)
1 cup plain flour (all-purpose flour)
pinch of fine salt
1 teaspoon baking powder
zest of 1 lemon
1 tsp of vanilla extract (empowering and good fortune)
1 tsp of lemon extract (cleansing and purification)
1 tablespoon of natural honey (to bring sweet people into your lives, and prosperity)
150 g (1 ⅓ stick) unsalted butter, melted and cooled slightly
butter and flour (or non-stick baking spray) to grease the madeleine mold
A madeleine mold/pan
In a large bowl, or the bowl of an electric stand mixer, whisk together the eggs and sugar until the mixture is thick and pale yellow. This step should take 1-2 minutes using an electric stand-mixer, or a bit longer if you are whisking by hand. Remember your intentions when stirring counter clockwise and clockwise!
Add the flour, salt and baking powder. Mix until everything is thoroughly combined.
Next add the lemon zest, extracts, and melted butter.
Continue whisking until you have a thick and smooth batter.
Leave the batter to rest in the fridge for at least 1 hour.
Preheat the oven to 350
Generously grease the madeleine mould with butter, even if it is non-stick. Another option is to use a non-stick baking spray.
Fill each madeleine mould until about 3/4 full, either with a spoon or with a piping bag filled with the batter.
Bake until the madeleine cakes have risen and are lightly golden on top. For large madeleine moulds similar to that pictured, this should take about 10-15 minutes, depending on your oven.
Remove the madeleine pan from the oven, and wait a few minutes before carefully removing the cakes from the moulds.
Leave the cakes to cool on a wire rack (the ridge-side facing down), and serve them warm or cold.
A canvas of void splattered with starlight Ever distant in its comfort Much like the encroaching breath of uncertainty Belying the fizzle of anticipatory reunion
The frames lightened upon each reprise Revealing unknown melodies of laughter and love Until the light revealed such wondrous beauty before me And the sky ceased to exist
No longer am I to be known as a king of the clouds Rather a bard traversing the galleries below Finding joy within details once overshadowed By idealistic portraits of expectations
Yet I fear despite my melodies The lines will smudge and color will run Leaving another muddy memory I will look back on in fear and sadness
So ask again In a week a month a year How the sky looks And hopefully I’ll reply
I don’t know
Alena Aenami [Artstation]