reblog to seal prev in a dark cave
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La Mort. Art by Nicholas Kahn and Richard Selesnick, from the Tarot of the Drowning World.
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Another one for the Grackheads.
They were the highlight on this gloomy day.
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Mossy Creek in the Kawhaka Forest by Steve Reekie
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“I want to decompose in a bog” well you clearly don’t know the first thing about bogs. Clout chaser
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“And you tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake… You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.”
— Warsan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via silkyblackgold)
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You would kill a man for this bedroom
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Ruins of a Japanese power plant. Photography by toshibo|廃墟と写真
@JIYUKENKYU_jp
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Please help me save my cat ~ Ko-fi link included
I genuinely think this might be the hardest post I will ever have to write. I have been trying to stay positive and keep hoping for the best, but I can't pretend like my cat isn't sick after this last week. And I am so scared. He's my best friend in the whole wide world. (As I tell him often "My sweetheart, my darling, my love, the light of my life, the wind beneath my winds and in my sails, I love you more than there are stars in the sky, fish in the sea, and atoms in the universe. I have never loved or will love anything more than I love you." Followed usually by "You absolute pest." or "Get up!")
I am apparently incapable of writing this in one go because I can't stop crying. Christ.
For the moment, there is an estimate of $1200 to do the biopsy on his liver (they need to confirm whether it is liver cancer before anything else). This includes ultrasound, x-rays, medications, and having it sent off to the lab. And I can't afford it. Plain and simple. So, I come asking for help. Because I don't want to lose my cat for being poor. It's not fair to him. He's 10, and I promised him that he'd be a fat cat in his late teens before we had to worry.
I don't want to make one of those donation posts where I can't give anything in return. Because I feel like I should show my gratitude somehow. I don't have the ability to draw or paint or anything like that. I have decent sewing skills, and I can write. It isn't much in terms of repayment, but it's all I can offer along with my eternal gratitude and a little bit longer with my best friend.
I have so many pictures of him (even some old ones from when I started this blog, if you can believe it. x x x x)
I am going to link my new Kofi page, and if you would like to donate through PayPal, please just message me. (I'm not comfortable sharing that because of dead naming.) I'm hoping I can offer 250-500 word stories for donors. (Possibly more. We can talk about details.)
For now, enjoy more recent picture of the Light of my Life, Sebastian.
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