featheredmoth:

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8rujaa:

wish my hair grew little flowers on its own how neat would that be

Good news! Plants can grow under your skin!

THATS KIND OF TERRIFYING THANK YOU FOR THIS INFORMATION

You’re welcome ;)

Ok actually, my cousin was playing with some other kids and he fell in a blackberry bush. Had some scrapes, but nothing too bad.

Few months later and he got this dark bump on his arm that was starting to hurt, and he didn’t know why. His mom, thinking it was a zit, tried to pop it, but nothing happened no matter how much she messed with it.

Finally they went to the doctor and he numbed the area and cut in to figure out what it was. Totally normal procedure, right?

Well, the dark bump was something that kinda looked like a black cyst at first, but it was weirdly long. And it got longer.

And longer.

And what the doctor pulled out was THREE INCHES OF BLACKBERRY VINE

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llyriuml:

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whenever a young kid joins our staff at work im just like huh. guess im a father now.

these kids will be like “can you drive me home? i don’t have gas money but-” and im already pullin out my keys and am like. sweetheart, you are a child. i am not charging a child gas money.

i literally almost lunged across the counter to throw hands with some old hag who yelled at and insulted one of our 16 y/o girls but instead i threw her sandwich at her and told her to never fucking come back

old dudes will flirt with our young girls too and i’ll be like ay man this is a truck stop, normal customer service rules dont apply here. i can and will call the cops on you.

im the only manager that actively tells them to steal food because these are teenagers and they are HUNGRY

You are the only valid manager

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witchofapollo:

tea-and-antlers:

Witches

Get out there. Back a backpack, fill it with water and trinkets and notebooks. Put on your best shoes and go ahead. Go stick your feet in the pond. Pick up cool sticks in the forest and whittle them with open scissors. Pick common flowers and dry them in your room. Tie wool ribbons to trees and write little messages for others to find.  Prowl the streets of your area and pick pebbles out of the cracks in sidewalks. Find coins and bring them home. Look for abandon objects on the subway. Go dumpster diving, find fun free things you’d never expect to own from the trash. Use mud and stones to make tiny houses, use walnut shells as bowls and leave some water for the new inhabitants. Pick up sand from the beach or the desert or the local park and fill a little sack with it. Bury seeds in eggshells under your favorite trees. Get lost in the woods. Be that one person who does weird stuff, collect the words tossed around about you and save them in a paper envelope; they’re yours.

Just go. You are a being of chaos and calamity and there is a whole world out there waiting to be found.

This is such a mood

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pardiswrites:

“sometimes when i yell i can hear my mother in my voice i can feel her anger balled up in my fists i know that i look like so much of her softness and grew in the sweetness of her bloom but i am no stranger to her wrath i am a rose born from her likeness and have inherited so many of her thorns”

— pardis alia.

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lowseptembers:

“My mother once told me to always make myself my first priority. To not let me think of myself as an after thought. To not be like her.

It was in that moment that my heart broke. And I realized that she was right. I needed to think of myself first. I’m not here to please others. I’m here for me. And from that day on, I’ve followed her advice. And I am on my way to being happy again.”

-E. // a mother’s intuition //

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