Enjoy Your Stay

✨Lilac season

I think I’d be so good at homesteading , I want to do it so badly

- I can make my own paper

- I can sew mediocrely

- I’m good with plants and can make pasta and pasta sauce from scratch

- I know how to compost and take care of animals well

✨🌿 to help start off the community art gallery , I’ve decided to share a couple of my paintings!! Y’all are also welcome to follow my art blog here if y’all would like ( @seawater-art )

I just want to live inside a Jane Austen novel

✨ a nature jar I made a about a year ago , this is how it aged

✨🌿 I want to live in a commune in the Scottish highlands so badly ✨🌿

I’m sure majority of folks have heard enough of what happened today ( I am greatly livid ) but I hope everyone in the U.S stays safe , keep your doors/windows locked , curtains drawn . Feed and water yourself , turn off social media for the night , and most importantly take care of your mental health especially for all the people of colour out there , it’s a very scary time and I wish you all the best

I made a cottage in the sims

✨sweet , sweet , escapism ✨

✨ happy Yuletide even though I’m a little late

✨ my Yule decorations turned out really pretty

If your ever sad at night ,

Shadow puppets fill that void

✨ these were taken a long while ago , but this sweet bird was just vibing chirping to the others . They almost got attacked by the cat I was hanging out with earlier

✨ I’ve been gone for a hot minute , have been making little things here and there though . I hope everyone is doing well !! 🥰💕

✨ i felt like an ethereal fall goddess this morning

✨ journaling

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I hope no one dares to gift me a red rose , for I believe they won’t love me so — for they will fall in love with the lustful ecstasy that bleeds beneath the surface until I’m deemed unworthy . The offer of passion , a loveless persuit that’s gifted upon me , for they gifted me a red rose laced with the false idea of true love I foolishly accepted . For I am not worthy to twirl the promising stem of the white rose between my fingers , as they gift it to another .

- Oscar Wilde inspired