Hey everyone! So I’m relatively new to Tumblr and my Dash is a lil… dry. Bare. Barren. This gives a Sadface. So I’m looking for some new people to follow!
Witches of all sorts, but especially Kemetics and Tech to follow/learn
Occultists
Tarot readers/aficionados
Poets
Writers (Horror, S-F, Short, especially!)
Old book lovers
Star gazers
Crystal readers
Wine aficionados
Artists (especially those influenced by H.R. Giger and Alex Grey)
… and general fellow ruffians and madfellows
Kind requests that no Porn-blogs, racisits, homo/trans/xenophobes interact with this Blog. Also, please no minors (those 18 or younger). Thank you to anyone who may offer a signal boost on this… Much love to you kind souls! :D
i think one of my favorite things about emily henry’s writing (specifically in beach read and pwmov bc that’s what i’ve read so far) is the way she allows her characters to engage with and heal from their core childhood wounds, because it’s such a beautiful and deliberate way of saying that love heals without pushing that too far. love heals, but you have to be capable of and willing to change. love heals, but it’s not on any one person to fix you. it doesn’t make any of the problems you’re running from go away. if anything, it makes it harder to run, because the things you’re running away from are often the reasons you haven’t been able to give all of yourself to the person you want.
her characters have secrets they keep from themselves and others, and they miscommunicate out of fear and lack of understanding, which is everywhere in romcoms, but her writing is so grounded in reality. the stakes feel so high because they are to these characters. every setback feels so necessary and real because the conflict doesn’t just revolve around the will they/won’t they of it all, but rather what uncomfortable truths people are willing to face and overcome in order to be together. it’s about how far you’ll go to fix yourself for love that made you feel safe enough to consider that, at some point, healing became an option.
IF U ENJOYED THIS POST I AM BEGGING U TO READ BOOK LOVERS. EMILY HENRY I AM KISSING U ON THE MOUTH
Not just because Charlie and I are so similar, but because he’s right: we belong. In a way I don’t understand, he’s mine, and I’m his. It doesn’t matter what the last page says. That’s the truth. Here, now.
I read once that sunflowers always orient themselves to face the sun. That’s what being near Charlie Lastra is like for me. There could be a raging wildfire racing towards me from the west and I’d be straining eastward toward his warmth.
“you don’t start anything you can’t finish. you’re not the person who buys the stationary bike as part of a new year’s resolution, then uses it as a coatrack for three years. you’re not the kind of woman who only works hard when it feels good, or only shows up when it’s convenient. if someone insults one of your clients, those fancy kid gloves of yours come off, and you carry your own pen at all times, because if you’re going to have to write anything, it might as well look good. you read the last page of books first—don’t make that face, stephens.” he cracks a smile in one corner of his mouth. “i’ve seen you—even when you’re shelving, you sometimes check the last page, like you’re constantly looking for all the information, trying to make the absolute best decisions.”
That’s the thing about being an adult standing beside your childhood race car bed. Time collapses, and instead of the version of you you’ve built from scratch, you’re all the hackneyed drafts that came before, all at once.
after my first few months of living in the bookshop last year, i’m excited to return this upcoming january as the wigtown artist in residence.
i’m looking for book lovers of all ages and backgrounds throughout scotland for a portrait series. if you or anyone you know has a cozy home library (could be a full room or just a tiny shelf!), a favorite reading spot, or just love books, please get in touch! i’d love to include you in my project <3
That’s the thing about being an adult standing beside your childhood race car bed. Time collapses, and instead of the version of you you’ve built from scratch, you’re all the hackneyed drafts that came before, all at once.
