#lifeblogging

[official-rolli-und-rita]

And is the update that removes tumblr live with us right now?

[theotherwesley]

Halloween isn't the last day of the Spooky Month-- it is the first day, the day that heralds the real MVP of spooky time: November.

October is the friendly part of autumn; the harvest, the bright leaves, the chilly wind, the colorful squash. November is the last pumpkin left rotting in the field, the short days, the dead brown leaves, the cold getting its teeth in. Halloween is the opening act and November is the show.

[nedlittle]

[alt]

having fun isn't hard when you have a library card etc etc

[meruz]

drawings from the plane. flamecon was rly fun!!! thank you thank you everyone who stopped by the booth i feel bad because I wasn't able to get up and see other tables much... but the vibes were so nice. everyone was so great ;w; i rly want to go again someday!! currently brainstorming ways to make nyc cheaper to visit lol. I made a little vloggy vid too… I'll put it under the cut

[whoiskt]

Checking my email this morning

[horrorfilmlesbian]

thinking again about iconic girlblogger justgirlythings was a lesbian. love that for her.

[audible-smiles]

common names for repetitive strain/overuse injuries are amazing. housemaid’s knee. barfly’s elbow. weaver’s bottom. warbler neck (this is a birding term for looking up too much). Rubik’s wrist. PlayStation thumb aka gamer’s grip aka Nintendonitis. Tennis elbow. Golfer’s elbow. etc ad nauseam

[wandering-whisperer]

Self Intro

About Me:

I'm Jane. I'm 22, currently in my last semester of Master's in Psychology. I'm an INTP and a lover of nature and learning new things.

Fav Quote:

"Not just to survive but to thrive"

Reasons For Blog:

To showcase my interests

Motivation for myself and others

Interests:

Reading, Stargazing, Nature, Travel, Self-Care, Education, Psychology, Ted-talks.

Goals For This Year:

Finishing my masters

Explore new things!

Joining courses

[aroaceacacia]

you like limited life? i know another life series where the life is limited ! what if it was limited because it got stolen ⁉️ on the lifesteal ❤🗡 smp ❎ when you die 💀⚰ you lose 😱🙅‍♂️ a permanent heart 💔 and when you kill 🔪🧪💥 someone🤴🦋 you steal 💕➡️😏💰 their permanent 💣💎 heart 💗🍰💞💫

[w0lfwren]

honestly don’t mind getting queerbaited by star wars again i missed the feeling it’s a unique rush

[dearestkong]

tuesday, 2nd april

sleep: 12:30-10:15 (around 9h)

screen time: 1h 59m

wins:

- watched a movie with my friends

- went thrifting and found a Beautiful top

- bought sakura matcha at gorgeous cafe that I will never financially recover from

- cracked open my textbook. wrote like 5 sentences. Better than nothing

losses:

- woke up late and feeling like I’ve wasted the day

- procrastinated because I’m a coward.

- here is what I did while procrastinating: read my old book, started a new book, beat the snake game on google, beat the snake game in another mode, scrolled Tumblr, scrolled reddit, scrolled the fucking scp wiki, read my old essay feedback, made dinner, made a picrew of myself

☆彡

have you ever cried over how bad jet lag was? Because I have! Multiple times lol I feel like a failure because I can’t wire my brain to sleep at the correct times

[official-rolli-und-rita]

Gonna start answering questions about how i'm doing the same way fish do in stardew valley whey you put them in a pond. Stuff like "i'd feel more at home with 2 Jades..." and "you know, 2 Common Mushrooms would liven things up around here!"

[theotherwesley]

I've been thinking about Spring Horror.

Autumn Horror is a given, and Summer Horror is its own genre. Winter Horror acknowledges the expected dangers of the cold and dark.

Spring Horror is a bit of a rare breed, spring being dominated by the association of new life and rebirth, but before the rebirth, there is the hungry gap, the starving time. It comes after all the provisions stocked for winter have run out, and the new growth has yet to begin. Animals are pregnant but have yet to give birth, birds are still returning, fish are half under ice. Early spring is when you find the bottom of the barrel. Winter of course will kill you in its serene way, but where the dead stay frozen in the snowy months, they must eventually be revealed by the thaw. The dead leaves from autumn are a carpet of slime yet to be reclaimed by soil; carrion that has been desiccating under the snow emerges again as husks and bones, sleeping where they last rested still wearing their skin like a loose costume; rivers unlock the sodden corpses of the unlucky, anything that had stumbled and was claimed by frozen currents under the ice. The spring ice will claim even more victims as it thaws, when the solid sheets across lakes are no longer trustworthy, and the rivers burst with snow melt. In the spring, water is at its most treacherous; things that were missing return changed. Whatever was hidden, floats up.

Snow becomes rain, icy ground becomes mud, old vegetation becomes mold, cold becomes wet; clothes that kept you warm in winter may be less suited to keeping you dry, and the firewood is damp. As the sun gradually returns, staying in the sky longer but with no more heat than in December, the first things to grow are mildew and fungus; the first flourishing crop of the year is spores, the second is illness. Whatever solidarity or peaceful isolation came from the necessity of sheltering through the winter is less pleasant when fasting becomes a regularity. The outdoors remains hostile, but the home is where madness and melancholy have been fermenting through the longest nights. By spring, habits may have become obsessions, and any small repeated annoyances will have long since grown intolerable. What has grown tight must snap.

Spring will always bear an association with birth and rebirth; it goes without saying that birth can be a source of horror, and before there can be rebirth there must first be a confrontation with rot. Spring Horror is about gnawing the bones that winter left, scouring the empty cellar to find the last shriveled apple; it's finding the corpses you buried staring you in the face, your bloated crimes rising to the top of the old well; it's about watching the world digest the dead; its about planting sins and picking the flowers that come up wrong.

[nedlittle]

why don't you sit at the foot of the lighthouse and watch waves crash against the rocks and maybe you'll calm down a little

[meruz]

all the lil books i have self-published in the last 5 yrs... I just wanted to take pics of all of them together. my children.. most of these are out of print now.

loser's club fanzine is hiding underneath vibe check and also..honorable mention to Pokemon Traveler my og anthology zine baby a book thats too big for me to bring with me whenever i move LOL and thus lives at my parents house

(old pic)

I've been selling my art at anime cons and stuff for like over 10 years now and i have this issue where i only like making art that is a flat image. like i don't enjoy making small trinket-y merch like charms and pins, and I don't ever have good ideas for single iconic vignette designs form patches or tshirts. whenever I go to a con i just go through all the illustration and fanart files ive made for kicks over however many months its been since the last con and i just print em all out LOL. but now i run into the problem of having so many prints all the time and It's a pain to keep track of loose prints like that so my solution... is to put them all into books and become guy who just brings books to cons. so YEAH here's to many more years of books!

[searchingforleo]

fig tree analogy, sylvia plath, the bell jar.

my fig tree, 02/01/2024