So I think I’m going to go on hiatus for a bit.

Hopefully it only lasts til the end of the month, but I’ll have to see.

I’m deleting tumblr, instagram, facebook, and twitter from my phone, locking my facebook account, and blocking tumblr.


I’m falling behind in my hardest class and I’m not getting as much work done as I need to be, and on top of all that, I haven’t done any college apps yet, and I’m getting depressed again.  I need to get a handle on it all before I allow myself distractions like tumblr and social media.  

I will be back to this blog eventually, I just really need to take care of myself and my grades and my entire future right not.


I can’t really argue


I can’t really argue


hey if you have a minute pleasepleaseplease peruse and signal boost my aunt/grandmotherly figure’s etsy shop, she makes beautiful hand-beaded jewelry and fairy bottles that are excellent for witchy needs and hairpins and other trinkets

she’s broke and desperate and it would mean the absolute world if you could go online, even if you don’t have money to buy anything the views and favorites encourage her, i swear all of it is high quality and beautiful


Me when I see one leaf turn vaguely orange


Me when I see one leaf turn vaguely orange

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth.

- George R.R. Martin  (via indisposablehero)

This is one of the most beautiful quotes I think I have ever read. I love it, and I will treasure it for my entire life.

(via draodoir-mna)

I’m having literally the worst cramps I’ve ever had right now I’m fucking crying and I’m scared BC I’ve seen all those “I thought it was just cramps but it was APPENDICITIS” posts and I looked up the symptoms and they’re pretty similar and just I can’t miss school to get my appendix out

  #surgery mention    #tmi    #personal  


to the window
to the wall
to the trash where i belong




Ladies and Gentlemen, craftsmanship. One of the finest examples of taking pride in what you do, and making absolutely sure no detail is too small.




science tumblr why the hoobly boobly

tectonic plates

thank You


i want someone who will sit on a rooftop with me at 3 am and shave their head while i shave my head and then hotglue the hair to the roof so the roof will have hair

  #and then what (;  

Excellent Orange is the New Black cosplay at New York Comic Con yesterday.


Excellent Orange is the New Black cosplay at New York Comic Con yesterday.


Some more flattering angles.