wisht to god i could go back in time and see real georgian christmas fare.. little cakes made to look like swans, sugared plums and pears, jellies in pastel shades, desserts in little cut glass bowls.. fruit on silver platters
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mountain dew sounds like something a gentle witch would feed to her pet field mice to bless them but in reality its like drinking battery acid
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am I breaking out because of a new product or because I wore makeup or because my period is next week or because I’m sad or because I’m stressed or ????
it just occurred to me that cats are basically pet monsters
- go bump in the night
- scratches at your door
- alarming noises
- “where are you, kitty?” looks under bed to see a pair of luminous eyes staring out of the gloom, unblinking. “oh there you are!”
- you spot movement out of the corner of your eye, but when you turn to look you see nothing
- turn back and THERE IT IS
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