Ziad Nakad Couture
Kestrel family in England.
These are my hole of babies. They are all mine.
oh hell and high water
after doing a few hours of deep cleaning in my closet, it has begun to leak the oh-so-distinctive perfume of
dead. mouse.
fuck, now I gotta find it
i love my mother dearly but ability-wise she frightens me bc not only can she find 20 four leaf clovers within the span of like 2 minutes, everywhere, she can also write her name w/ both hands on a dry erase board or w/e at the exact same time and have both be a mirror image of one another
to add to this: i was making breakfast this morning and i hear “hey milo! look who came to say hello!” and, expecting like, a moth or a frog or something of that nature, i turn and she’s holding a snake
Yer ma’s a witch. Be nice to her
Fall.
#‘HELLO HUSBAND’
#‘HOW IS THE UNDERWORLD ARE THE SOULS BEHAVING?’@thecitylightshow @xtaticpearl @viudanegraaa @kiernaserea @cyborgrhodey @riverlander974
As she walks, the green of the leaves
follows her, leeching away so the oranges and reds beneath show
through. She knows not to run or she might cause a bad harvest, she’s
done so too many times.Instead she channels the flutters in
her heart into letting new growth spring up in her wake, plants that
begin with Spring but are only truly alive in Autumn.Just like her.
She nears the place and cannot help the
quickening of her steps, for she knows what lies beyond the clearing,
inside the hole that gapes like a mouth shouting in delight.Her mother compared the doorway to a
mouth screaming in fear, which says more about her mother than the
goddess probably realizes.She knows this place well, knows the
dirt as she climbs back up to bring Spring and greenness back to the
world of humanity. She knows the weeds and grass that rings it as
well as she knows the surface of her own skin.She stands and takes a deep breath,
letting the world turn to Autumn behind her. She leaps, red leaves
and green grass blades following her and the petals of the white
flower in her hair mixed in among them.It’s a long way down but her body is
relaxed and unworried. Her eyes are still open as she watches herself
descend to fall into two strong arms.“Hello, Persephone,” Hades smiles
at her, the foreboding face softening.“Hello, my darling husband,” she
responds, as the last detritus from the world above falls around
them. “How has our realm been since I was last here? Is my garden
still growing? Are the souls behaving? Where is Cerberus?”Hades laughs, the sound a little rusty
from six months of disuse. “Our realm is all the better for the
return of its queen.” He sets her down but presses her body close,
kissing her hair, “As am I.”omg ❤
As long as the sun shines, the rivers flow, and the grass grows…
Chief Crowfoot’s words on the value of our land:
The story is told that on that occasion the white man spread many one-dollar bills on the ground and said, “this is what the white man trades with; this is his buffalo robe. Just as you trade skins, we trade with these pieces of paper.” When the white man had laid all his money on the ground and had shown how much he would give if the Indians would sign a treaty, Crowfoot took a handful of clay, made a ball out of it and put it on the fire and cooked it. It did not crack. Then he said to the white man, “Now put your money on the fire and see if it will last as long as the clay.” The white man said, “No….my money will burn because it is made of paper”. With an amused gleam in his eyes the old chief said, “Oh your money is not as good as our land, is it? The wind will blow it away; the fire will burn it; water will rot it. Nothing will destroy our land. You don’t make a very good trade.”
Then with a smile, Crowfoot picked up a handful of sand from the river bank, handed it to the white man and said, “You count the grains of sand in that while I count the money you give for the land”. The white man said, “I would not live long enough to count this, but you can count the money in a few minutes”. “Very well”, said the wise Crowfoot, “our land is more valuable then your money. It will last forever. It will not perish as long as the sun shines and the water flows, and through all the years it will give life to men and animals, and therefore we cannot sell the land. It was put there by the Great Spirit and we cannot sell it because it does not really belong to us. You can count your money and burn it with a nod of a buffalo’s head, but only the Great Spirit can count the grains of sand and the blades of grass on these plains. As a present we will give you anything you can take with you, but we cannot give you the land.”When will people ever learn? The Creator gave us our land as a blessing and a precious gift and to take care of it. It’s so special that my ancestors saw this coming and made it a priority to ensure the safety of the land and sacred landmarks. Generations later and we’re still repeating ourselves. Yet people are lead by greed, power, and money. There are other ways, and this shouldn’t be happening, but for them it’s all about the price tag..
Jurassic Park: Reeves’s Pheasant Edition
dinosaurs didn’t all go extinct. some of them survived and evolved into that group of jerks who hog the whole sidewalk and won’t adjust formation for other pedestrians
at first I was like “wow thats a lot of birds” AND THEN THEY TURNED AROUND
(Source: https://www.instagram.com/)
A while back I made a post about how Firefox should probably still be the browser of choice for people since it is the only major internet browser not owned by a corporation and is instead ran as free software managed by a non-profit – Well, today is the day that they finally released Firefox Quantum, which is actually slick as hell. If there was ever a good time to switch away from Chrome and put the tiniest dent in the Google/Amazon/Facebook/Apple monopoly, today is probably the day.
The Carving Witch 