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catte im sad :(

good mews ! my cousin bartók is on his way to vanquishe your sads

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there is NOTHING better than a true power couple… the only two people who can keep up with each other, constantly testing one another, intimidating together, intimidating apart, an unrelentless, unstoppable force, the only two characters able to truly mellow and understand each other, god damn

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Details - Sandro Botticelli, Primavera. Alexander McQueen, spring, 2018.

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just a lil manifestation spell i whipped up,

for a great month, the best luck, money in the bank and good karma (and health!!)

💖🤑🤑🌈🌈💸💸💸💸😸💍🥀🌹🍍🍍🥝🧚🏻‍♂️🧚🏻‍♀️🌜🌛🌽🥒👫🌸🌼🌻🌙💫🌌🌠🌠🌠🌠🌠🏡🏡🏡✨✨✨✨✨✨✨💐🌺🥀🥕☀️☀️☀️🍄🍄🥑🍄🍄🍇🍉🍌🍒🍒🍑🥗🎆🎆💵💰💰💰💰🔮🔮👙👙👙

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i dropped off my resume at this place at 1:15 and got called for an interview at 1:45 holy dang

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✨🔮The Witch Merit Badges Kickstarter is Now Live! ✨🔮

The first two are already unlocked!

Go here: https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1240654799/witch-merit-badges

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today i gazed up and caught a glimpse of home before the storm overtook the sky and left me with bitter memories and nothing more

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cathedral

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May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

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im smart passing but internally im actually a real dumb bitch

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The Lost and the Lonely…

Was trying to get that creepy victorian ghost photo style  :P 

Labyrinth again of course ;) hope you like it!!

Edit: After popular demand I have now made this available via red bubble : https://www.redbubble.com/people/sophieburkeart/works/27890918-the-lost-and-the-lonely

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Lily James as Donna Sheridan in Mamma Mia! Here We Go Again (2018) dir. Ol Parker

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“are you ready to stop acting like a brat now?”

 first of all, this is no act

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im rotting its fine

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modern fallen angels shivering in their beds at night with an ache in their bones and an itch under the skin, a feeling that they are something biggerbetterbrighter and blinding themselves with incessant memories that neverstop and missing home, missing their wings and their divinity

angels texting each other at 3 am “i miss the sky” and “do you remember what it was like to hold the world in our jaws because that feeling feels further and further away every second”

angels in classrooms, angels taking the bus, angels at grocery markets, angels in art studios on friday nights, angels at coffee shops, angels in bookstores, angels working minimum wage; people shiver when they pass by, or they stare too long from across the room and their eyes sting a little because there’s still power there, mortals can still feel it, even if they could never put a name to it.

fallen angels with a righteous sense of justice, still too good to know evil, not sure what’s right or wrong anymore because this world is not dichotomous; there is no easy choice. modern angels with guilt and regrets, what that must mean on a divine level. angels with glowing palms and golden eyes, the remnants of a god too big for any room. 

angels who feel nostalgia for planes they can’t even comprehend anymore, angels earth-bound and wingless and clinging to each other in raw daylight when everything feels like too much and not enough. angels with anxiety, angels with sweaty, shaking hands, angels with ptsd, angels at dusk imagining god in the city lights and trying to understand what purpose means. maybe not theirs, but at least its something tangible.