Sleepy mornings

crowley!

stuck in the rain.

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.

(mary oliver, sleeping in the forest)

(me, crawling out of a hole in the ground covered in dirt and blood and bruises): somebody please...... talk to me about Potion Permit................

(also go read my fuckin uhhhhh self indulgent matheo/chemist oneshot)

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Sorry for not posting here much lately, I’d try to post more but I feel like especially today Tumblr is rapidly trying to kill itself. So I may continue to throw up stuff here and there but I will primarily be on Twitter from now on.

tater tots and bike chases

gosh they’re cute