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The Ukrainian Wreath

I’ll get right to it.

The  last few weeks have been heartbreaking, and there are no words to fully describe the devastation the Ukrainian people have suffered.

While living so far away can create a feeling of helplessness I wanted to try and do something to help. That is why I’ll be selling this print on my  Etsy shop with all profits going towards the Hospitallers.

A group of volunteer paramedics working in Ukraine to help those inflicted.

Stand with Ukraine. 🇺🇦 Stop The War.

Wishing you all a safe, and love filled week. ❤️

https://www.etsy.com/listing/1182646662/fine-art-print-the-ukrainian-wreath

This is truly amazing, thank you.

Hey i’m a fashion design student so i have tons and tons of pdfs and docs with basic sewing techniques, pattern how-tos, and resources for fabric and trims. I’ve compiled it all into a shareable folder for anyone who wants to look into sewing and making their own clothing. I’ll be adding to this folder whenever i come across new resources

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/16uhmMb8kE4P_vOSycr6XSa9zpmDijZSd?usp=sharing

II

'Like a dog after it has run through barley,' say my fingers, tips grazing the scalp and sending small shocks through my gut. The oil is rubbed between hungry pads as I find the brush, so lost it had started to comb the bunnies from behind the dresser. Tangles grip with like damned souls, each bristle the ferryman's boat as it steers through the reeds and the mire. The water blanches into stagnant color, rivulets standing out as veins against the floor, all slugging their way to the pit. Steel falters to cut the twisting coils as each viper is measured and found wanting, resulting in tutting and sucked air. Treated silver and baked glass form the edges of the scrying pool that scries the slaying done today. "There's my girl!"

This When my mind won't let me exist - When I am just alive in the most technical sense. Breathing Blinking Trapped in a cage I can't escape

do you ever think about this quote by mary lambert because i think about it all the time

a little bloody mary comic idea I had last halloween

[image ID: a four page digital comic.

panel 1: a thin woman with long dark hair and light skin is seen from behind sitting in front of a vanity mirror in a room full of mirrors. text placed on the back of her head reads, "lots of people know my name."

panel 2: a group of school girls gather around a mirror in a dark school bathroom lit with candles as one of them writes "bloody mary" on the mirror. text on one of the girls' backs reads, "I get calls all the time."

panel 3: the girls run out of the bathroom screaming. text: "but no one is ever happy to see me."

panel 4: a curvy person with light skin and a partially shaved head half-laid out on the floor of a bedroom looks startled as bloody mary emerges from a full-length mirror in front of them. text: "when they don't run away[...]"

panel 5: the person is shown from behind as they hold up a polaroid to bloody mary. text: "they ask me, hunched and trembling, to perform curses and hexes for them."

panel 6: bloody mary shown halfway through a mirror. text: "I never quite know how to respond."

panel 7: bloody mary has her head down on her vanity desk. text: "no one ever calls just to see me."

panel 8: a darker-skinned hand with long black nails writes bloody mary's name on a mirror with red lipstick in a candlelit room. text: "no one[...]"

panel 9: bloody mary emerges from the mirror in front of a darker-skinned woman with two buns and red lipstick, who is smiling. no text.

panel 10: bloody mary is shown up close as the woman tucks mary's hair behind he ear, showing more of her ghostly face, and a bright red lipstick kiss mark on her cheek. text: "except her."

panel 11: bloody mary sits in her mirror room admiring the kiss mark on her cheek with a hand mirror. no text. end ID.]

Sometimes

Sometimes I wish I listened to my

Heart

Drive till I can’t see anymore

Break into abandoned factories

All while making molotov cocktails in a car that

Doesn’t exist

Only companion

Is the guilt that meows

Softly from behind dirty glasses

Telling me that I could have saved the world.

How can a person save anything

If the only thing they want to do

Is for their dead heart to Beat?

What I imagine when looking at the black.

Jellyfish

*refresh the page if not in sync*

Pokemon Gameboy Terrariums made by Saphira

Yes I am frustrated by how much fabric is polyester, but I'm also very annoyed by people who know absolutely nothing about textiles just assuming every fabric word they don't recognize must be plastic.

Big "oooh there are CHEMICALS in my food that I can't pronounce, they must be bad!!" energy.