When the river cracks and melts, she gasps with joy. Her dark hair is a wet crown she weaves with rotting birch leaves. Wool weighs her down, so she sheds it like a frog’s skin and eats it. Thanks @artofbeelz.bsky.social for the lovely commission! A ROTTING CROWN OF BIRCH: geni.us/twistedtrysts

me, sitting around being a little woebegone bitch: alas and alack and such things. would that i could hibernate through all the winter. my executive functioning desperately rattling the bars of its cage: USE YOUR SUNLAMP. USE YOUR SUNLAMP. USE YOUR SUNLAMP. USE YOUR SUNLAMP.

the importance of chessy parent trap to midsize millenial women cannot be overstated

My Rusalka story A ROTTING CROWN OF BIRCH is available today in the Twisted Trysts anthology! I am so delighted this story made it out into the world. If you're looking for something spicy and dark to read on this Valentine's Eve, I hope you'll check it out! geni.us/twistedtrysts

lord, the woman you put on earth to sit by a creek in the forest is being made to send slack messages

currently watching survivor season one episode one

i added some mineral salt to my lunch while i was up & i get to go on my break/take a nap soon, i'll be fine, but lolllll LOLLLLL

stood up to go open the windows (:D !!!) and my blood pressure fell into the mariana fuckn trench, lolllll

cleaning my house for two hours would fix me mentally but destroy me physically

DRAFTS??? DRAFTS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

friendly fox snoot kisses

i am coining the term "tinted lip balm bisexual"

most important music video of all time

cheering up my partner (his soccer games are not going well) by shaking my ass in his face

girl help i am positively beset by emails

is it too late to walk back web 2.0

The Blair Witch Project website in 1999 #WebDesignHistory

the gambling ad on my daily solitaire games is like "you've triggered 80 free spins!!" and i'm like okay, well you've triggered my ire

you're asking a lot of questions that are already answered by my "i'm a delicate fucking flower" socks

in for february: . slow walks on cold afternoons . tea & crochet . reminiscing . daily flossing . buttered toast with dark berry jam . birdwatching . library lurking & bookshop browsing

"rigamarole" is a tragically under-used word

my partner and i watched once upon a forest last night & i've had cornelius's song in my head without respite for twenty-four hours

crisis resolved: i found it and have wedged my head between two pillows so i can force the heating pad to wrap around both my shoulders and my neck. america bless god.

*distraught moira rose voice* i cannœt fiiind my heating päd *brief dramatic shriek*

if i'm not occasionally a little bit chilly, i start taking psychic damage

God knows I don’t miss ‘em when snow has to be shoveled or when you have to walk up/down them in icy weather, but goddamn I miss the twisting, cozy slopes overlooking the river valley that is downtown Pittsburgh.

you know when you go too long without eating and then when you start putting food in your body you can basically feel your meter refilling in real time like a sim

one of the agents said “okay we know” when we were whistling so i leaned in and whistled louder and he threatened to pepper spray me. i then said “are you scared of a fucking whistle dawg” and he very meekly said “no i’m not scared of a whistle”

tim allen and mel gibson occupy the same storage slot in my brain. i can only be aware of the existence of one of them at any given time

sleep eludes me. i'm pulling out the big guns *puts on the hunger games*

had a dream that i got into tumblr beef with a stranger because they were trash talking the first season of M*A*S*H

finishing my coffee at 5pm, a thing that definitely always works out for me with no negative consequences at all

the most beautiful girl in the whole wide world, for REAL. i miss her 💜💜💜

in lieu of watching season five of stranger things, i will simply be reviving the surfcheer pairing

Am I A Joke To You

however. the winter storm means we've had snow glow for the past two nights. and that fills my heart with love and peace

i am soooo tired and soooo depressed

as well as a reminder to actively do more things that are good for you, that nurture yourself and the ones around you

this is a CONSUME UR MEDS and a DRINK MORE WATER checkpoint via this cute collage i made

read a book, look at pictures in books, watch movies that you own, listen to albums the whole way through, nothing is a waste of time if you’re enriching your mind !!!!!

For those who can, here are links to donate directly to local efforts on the ground resisting ICE's terrorizing of Minneapolis. Let me know what you donated to where, and I'll match it until I get a panicked call from my bank! linktr.ee/mplsmutualaid

just call me the conversation killerrr

It’s hitting the negatives tonight so I’m stuffing towels at the bases of doors like a little mouse crafting more insulation for her nest

Extremely excited to share that my short story "Sometimes a Sword is Like a Lover" will be appearing in Flame Tree Press' #Romantasy Anthology OF SWORDS AND ROSES this June! So excited to be sharing a Table of Contents with friends and community members!

bouncing my knee at the speed of light

awake! in the middle of the night

SYSTEM ERROR risograph print !

i thought it was rough when everything cost twenty dollars. now everything costs a hundred dollars. augh.