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foodshowxyz · 4 months
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Home sweet home
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hellokelsea · 4 months
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totallykayt · 1 year
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Happy Yule witches. Every day from this day forward will be a little brighter. The sun is returning and the Earth will begin to be reborn.
If you’re anything like me you’ve been feeling stuck, defeated, and down right exhausted. And that’s okay. The winter is the time to take stock of your surroundings and to retreat inward.
It’s okay to not make progress. It’s ok to rest. The sun will be back soon and with it we can start to grow again 💛
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prince-ashitaka · 9 months
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Lets create a house where yelling means we’re having fun. When you hear a door slam you know it was accidentally pulled with too much strength, not slammed out of anger. When there is silence, it is Contentment, not another passive aggressive fight. The dog is no longer barking to protect, he simply just wants the cats to play with him. Let’s create a safe, warm environment that makes you feel like you can breathe, not hold your breath. Let’s stomp on the eggshells we use to tip toe on. Together we will make this house into a home. And welcome all with open arms into this kind and loving space.
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sparrownimbus2000 · 5 months
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On Rice and Dhal
I made a spelt loaf for my children yesterday when an unexpected guest popped by. Three people. An adult and two children. They stayed for lunch and we got to chatting, and then it was 5pm, then 6pm and we were still talking away so I eventually said, ‘why don’t you stay for dinner?’ ‘Oh no I couldn’t possibly, we have outstayed our welcome!’ ‘No no, stay, I insist!’ So they stayed. I opened…
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artistmagicial · 5 months
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Magic room
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As winter approaches, ensuring your home stays warm and comfortable is a priority. Your heating plays a crucial role in maintaining cozy indoors in colder months. However, they, too, have a finite lifespan.
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bbbbbbbbatman · 4 months
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Clark, after he and Bruce start dating: *assumes that Bruce would scoff at cuddling and mentally forming an intricate 30 step plan to slowly coax Bruce into cuddling over time so that eventually they can cuddle while sleeping when they start staying over*
Bruce, the very first time Clark stays the night: *sprawled on top of him, head cushioned on Clark’s comfy and squishy pecks, drooling slightly*
Clark, holding back tears of joy: 🥹
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ryllen · 5 months
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nice try
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anglerflsh · 10 months
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a homing of pigeons
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foodshowxyz · 4 months
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Let’s bake lavender cookies
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springbon-t-art · 1 month
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ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Happy Homewarming! ₊✩‧₊˚౨
❤️🎄🏠💛🫛⭐️💙
PLEASE DO NOT REPOST
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totallykayt · 1 year
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saturnvs · 13 days
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polaris; guiding light for lost horses
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inkskinned · 4 months
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i had been used for my body before, i didn't mind it. i had a good trick about it - i didn't have to be there, not in my skin. i could wear the mirror, wear the puppet. you would see your perfect girl, a little monster i had concocted. she would glisten, distilled out of my own blood and venom. it meant i would be using you instead - you think you are taking from me? darling, i think this is a fucking joke, a role i am playing. you can't hurt me, i'm not present for the event. this is just a body, like a book is only words.
and then you came into my life, easy and honest. reaching for my hand in the crowded holiday market. passing me a water before i realize i'm thirsty. checking on me once, twice - the first time i said i'm okay, you knew i was lying. i keep thinking about the shape of your blue eyes and the wild of your hair the last time i saw you. how you got out of my car and when you looked back, i was looking back too. your quiet breathing in a hotel room.
you kissed me like you meant it, is the thing.
i don't know how to be a person yet, not fully. i don't know how to let you kiss me and touch bone. i tell my friends i hate this so much i want to throw up. your name slips into my head - i am no longer really ever alone. a little frazzled heartrate keeps splattering against my collarbone. my therapist asked yesterday - why are you afraid? what is the cost of vulnerability?
a terrifying thought: when i'm with you, it feels like finally coming home.
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