I think I would leave sunflowers and blackberries at your shrine. Perhaps goldenrod
Sun flowers and sun-mer berries for the sun gremlin familiar?
I bless your offering with a pressed penny bearing an entirely inscrutable image (although iirc, it's a picture of a pressed penny that is also stamped with a picture of a pressed penny that is stamped with a picture of a pressed penny that is stamp w...), and a secret handshake that you won't know until the moment you need it.
My inbox is hungry for asks :D
after not sewing much in ??? months, i finally broke my dryspell
this is probably a longshot but recently I read a poem titled something like “the last thing she sees”……. and its like. from the perspective of a bird on a birdfeeder in someones yard… and the bird is the last thing that sees the person alive before they pass away / the last thing the person sees but obviously the bird has no way of knowing that. anwyays like. i have been thinking about it for two days straight but like a fool i neglected to save it and so now here i am on tumblr dot com asking if youve heard of this poem
if this blog likes or follows you, it's me at assignedcatholicatbirth.tumblr not much else to say here, this used to be an arts blog
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