I made a weird number of new friends today. There must have been something on, because the town centre was FULL of alt people. One invited me "clubbing", which is objectively hilarious.
Travel is a good way to expand your mind.
It's also a good way to find portals to other worlds hidden behind bookshelves, and collectible goblin bones in the old forest.
Blocking someone isn't enough. I want their sleeve to catch on a door handle.
I'm sorry to hear you're struggling. Are you safe?
You're nailing the fuck out of the aesthetic 🙌🏻
It's ok to not feel ok.
It's ok if your antlers haven't grown in yet.
It's ok if you can't shape-shift into a raven.
It's ok if you haven't haunted the night for a while.
I know you're doing your best, and that's all any of us can do right now.
Still alive. Still slightly boss-eyed when I'm tired. Still a member of the fivehead club.
Disney has the entire back catalogue of the X Files...
Relatable
You can burn all the sage you want. I'll be back.
I'm not proud of the fact that I laughed at this for 6 minutes straight
I have never wanted something so much in my life
My usual go to when I'm out, nothing special. I do dress alt, though. And I was wearing a cute checked dress with docs lol
Why are we always feeling bad for believing lies, when the shame belongs solely to the liar.
Yesssssss crow queen!!
Not me running out into the street and screaming "BRING BACK THE SUUUUUUUNNNN!"
I am, actually. This feels like progress.
There will come a time in your life when you realise, all of a sudden, that you no longer give a fuck. That your life has been so thoroughly tanked that you just...don't care. About almost everything.
And that, my friend, is true freedom.
I've just learned about a swan floor mosaic MADE OF HORSE'S TEETH in Ross-on-Wye
It is incredibly frustrating to clean for hours and then feel like nothing looks any fucking better. However, I decrumbed the toaster and...yeah. I don't think men understand how they work? Please show your male offspring that the crumb tray exists.
In 2011 I think I accidentally created a ghost story in York. I cried (apparently very loudly) in a B&B every night for a week and by the 4th morning, I was eating my all inclusive breakfast and listening to the other guests discuss the Weeping Lady on the 3rd floor.
The Englishman finds me the absolute best stuff. He just found this gem on the Tesco book exchange shelf lol
Yesterday's walk in the woods was so lovely. The first truly sunny day in months and months. Shout out to my crow bros, who remembered me and offered wing-tip flybys and happy GWOKs 🥰
Hahaha no. I'm going to have to change that.
Brb, splurging on a rotisserie chicken
Do something nice for yourself every day.
Enjoy a fancy coffee, take a little walk, or craft a den of twigs & wildflowers in the old forest, retreat inside, and sleep for 1,000 years in mossy peace.
Your daily affirmation:
Color outside the lines. Dress like nobody's watching. There are no limits to your weirdness in this world.
SHE THICC
Today the biggest challenge for writers is a cursed sugar jar. It's old, maybe antique. When you drop something in it, something alive, sugar appears. The finest, sweetest sugar you ever tasted. Ants, moths, flies, spiders. Anything works. But lately, it makes less sugar.
It needs something larger.
