Miller, 23, curse flinger, herb grower, tea drinker, mead brewer, suture maker, bread baker, candle burner, war crier, word gatherer, sing songer, ink wearer, fire dancer, birth giver, spirit drinker, bone cleaner, dream seer, salt pourer, paint maker, woodcarver, briar-tongued. Kitchen witch, un-claimed and utterly un-extraordinary.
The Green Hand
though the path be twisted, it be ever green

Watching Micheletto carry baby Giovani through the crowd after Rodrigo is poisoned is my literal favorite part of the entire series. THE ENTIRE SERIES.

*watching The Borgias*

*watching Cesare stab Juan*

*punching the air in glee*

*never getting tired of seeing that cunting twat get what’s coming*

Things making today better:

Ben & Jerry’s That’s My Jam Core ice cream.


I am so tired today. I slept until 1pm. And then refused to get out of bed except to stretch my back, legs, and hips. And now I’m tired again. (Friends [and non-friends] who have done this before: Is this normal?)

I’m waiting for Patrick to get home to cuddle and talk about his work day and his swim and probably fall back to sleep.

Guys, I should not be this sleepy.

Yes you should. You’re incubating a tiny person. It takes A LOT of work and energy. It’s absolutely normal. And honestly, unless you have shit to get done, my advice is to just sleep. It’s what your body needs and wants, and it’s what Peanut needs and wants. It’s hard work finishing up forming organs and stuff! So seriously, don’t freak out. It’s perfectly, 200% normal for this stage.

I’ll marry a man who knows how I take my tea, coffee, and alcohol
And knows when to make which.

grettypop (via theantiquated)

(Source: grettypop)

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Making love with you
is like drinking sea water.
The more I drink
the thirstier I become,
until nothing can slake my thirst
but to drink the entire sea.

Kenneth Rexroth, The Love Poems of Marichiko: VII (via hellanne)

…she is a goddess
she is terrifying
with hands like silk and sandpaper
she is the place you go to sin
she is the place you go to repent…

You cannot love her like she is not a sinner too (via theantiquated)

(Source: emauxetcamees)

My mouth is a fire escape.
The words coming out
don’t care that they are naked.
There is something burning in there.

Andrea Gibson, The Madness Vase (via theantiquated)

(Source: observando)

Wee One and I found a dying baby possum in the backyard today, probably gotten by the cat or one of the dogs, and Husband said the only thing to for it was to put it out of its misery. So Husband had to take ten minutes to psych himself up enough to be able to do that and I had to explain to Wee One that it was dying and it was just not nice.

I’m not superstitious. I’m a witch. Witches aren’t superstitious. We are what people are superstitious of.

Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith

(via natural-magics)

(Source: trmcleod)

Can it be autumn yet? Please?