A woman has converted a tiny cabin in the woods in to her dream Victorian home.
I am in love.
My artwork “Metabolism” express “Sun, Plants, Water, and Ground” and also “Sleeping, Waking, Awakening, and Death”
Delphin Enjolras | The Murmur of the Sea | c.1875
I still feel kind of betrayed
1920’s Crime Noir AU!Garrus and Shepard commission
When I asked my grandmother if I could use her sewing machine, after she set it up, she drew my attention to these sewing scissors that she had stashed nearby. “These,” she told me, “were your great-grandmother’s scissors. You may use them to snip your thread.” My great-grandmother was a legendary seamstress. Sewing was not just her profession, but her passion. After she passed, my grandmother said, our relatives in Scotland held onto the scissors for her. My great-grandmother, my grandmother, my mother, and now I have all loved to sew. The fact that I was holding these scissors in my hand…it felt like I was continuing Gran’s legacy. It was a rite of passage. Sewing is in my blood; these scissors represent that.
And I used them to sew my fucking Nyan Neko Sugar Girls cosplay.you are truly a god
Today’s Gender of the Day: Charging Badger
I didn’t check my town for 6 months and the bamboo overran my town, effectively blocking me off from being able to leave the section with my house or get to town. I have no axes so I am STUCK.
I HAVE LOST TO A GAME THAT SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE TO LOSE.