Girl Who Is Sitting In A Chair Quietly With A Neutral Expression Actually Screaming Very Loudly In Her

Feeling very hyper and happy and grateful after drinking a matcha and an americano and finishing an assignment

she jack my pine (P. banksiana) till my serotinous cone's sealing resin melts at 50°C (122°F) allowing my seeds to disperse and colonize shortly following a stand-clearing fire (Larsen & MacDonald 1998).

She’s not in her villain era she’s in her Lilith era. Sacred, sexual, sovereign and unapologetic.

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Lilith didn’t obey. Medusa didn’t weep. Aphrodite didn’t crave.

Why should you?

via witch.and.bones

I need to have a nice conversation with a stranger today or I will hit my head on a lamp post

Little things that feel like spells:

the sound of wind in trees like they're whispering secrets

old keys with no doors to open

puddles that look like portals if you stare long enough

half-finished poems tucked into coat pockets

dusty attics where forgotten memories nap

candlelight flickering like it’s trying to talk

tea leaves swirling like they’re casting fortunes

cloudy days that turn the world into a watercolor

finding feathers in strange places like a bird witch left them behind

(by Brett Meliti)

Nemoral (adj.) — of or belonging to a forest; shaded, wooded, sacred.

hope is a skill

i think studying is too hard for me i should maybe go get addicted to drugs or something