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"Be with someone who talks about you like you put stars in the sky."


itmovesmemorelol:

Wake up the Fairies - a fun thing for children to do on Ostara morning. This is a tradition I grew up with. As a child my siblings and I would run through the house and gardens with bells (i have heard others households use pots and pans), ringing them in all the places fairies could be sleeping off the winter and Yule festivities. The bells would start the spring with blessing and cheer. The fairies would help celebrate this day when the maiden and youth meet and the courtship of spring would begin to be consummated at Beltane.
Art: ladyoflore.wordpress.com

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My Mother used to do that on Ostara. Wow, memories…

itmovesmemorelol:

Wake up the Fairies - a fun thing for children to do on Ostara morning. This is a tradition I grew up with. As a child my siblings and I would run through the house and gardens with bells (i have heard others households use pots and pans), ringing them in all the places fairies could be sleeping off the winter and Yule festivities. The bells would start the spring with blessing and cheer. The fairies would help celebrate this day when the maiden and youth meet and the courtship of spring would begin to be consummated at Beltane.

Art: ladyoflore.wordpress.com

My Mother used to do that on Ostara. Wow, memories…

About to have my first driving lesson, which is pretty much off the charts for me in terms of social anxiety. Wish me luck!

[Internal screaming intensifies]

"When sex becomes a production or performance that is when it loses its value. Be mutual. Be loud. Be clumsy. Make noises, be quiet, and make a mess. Bite, scratch, push, pull, hold, thrust. Remove pressure from the moment. Love the moment. Embrace it. Enjoy your body; enjoy your partners’ body. Produce sweat, be natural, entice your senses, give into pleasure. Bump heads, miss when you kiss, laugh when it happens. Speak words, speak with your body, speak to their soul. Touch their skin, kiss their goose bumps, and play with their hair. Scream, beg, whimper, sigh, let your toes curl, lose yourself. Chase your breath; keep the lights on, watch their eyes when they explode. Forget worrying about extra skin, sizes of parts and things that are meaningless. Save the expectations, take each second as it comes. Smear your make up, mess up your hair, rid your masculinity, and lose your ego. Detonate together, collapse together, and melt into each other."


ozonebabys-temple:

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air~~
 ozonebabys-temple

ozonebabys-temple:

She loves the serene brutality of the ocean, loves the electric power she felt with each breath of wet, briny air~~

 ozonebabys-temple

thefuuuucomics:

Just imagine turning up to work
And knowing that it’s your job to slap someone with a fake cat paw

thefuuuucomics:

Just imagine turning up to work

And knowing that it’s your job to slap someone with a fake cat paw

Whenever I click the “text post” icon, whatever long and personal rambling or commentary I’d wanted to share immediately evaporates from my brain, and I’m left here stumbling and laconic.

Sometimes I need to remind myself that it’s my blog, and nobody is being forced to follow me.