To solve a murder, the girl must consult a very old book, which contains pasted memorabilia.

Heated Ravelry: forbidden romance between two competitive knitters

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

does anyone care about WOMEN making bad decisions and overstepping boundaries to get the job done does anyone care about WOMEN following the road to hell paved with good intentions. lets get more girlies with morally gray situations going on and lets get it Now

three decorative panels of lacquer with ivory and shell inlays; overall: 90.8 x 48.3 x 2.9 cm; japan, edo period to meiji period c. 1800s.

I am Mrs. de Winter now.

JOAN FONTAINE as MRS. DE WINTER REBECCA (1940)

can i hear it for odd and unusual women

I’ve been slowly working on illustrating my own Tarot deck about black cats.

I have a long way to go, but I’m nearly done with the major arcana.

Here are some of my favorites:

I set myself a design challenge (as I often do). I wanted to limit the color palette and the brush styles to create a very consistent look.

And since each card focuses on black cats, it forces me to think deeply about symbolism and design to make sure the meaning of each card is clear and each design is unique.

But there’s still a lot of variety coming through. It’s not all class, or all silliness - just like cats

I have a forearm tattoo of the cats in this one ☝️

I’m so happy with how both of these two managed to feel dark, but adorable at the same time.

And then there’s this one absolute diva:

Most of these used my own feline friends for reference.

There are more but I don’t know yet how many I want to share online. If I can actually complete the entire deck I would love to have it made. But I have a ways to go, so for now I continue to chip away, one card at a time.

Jean Paul Selinger (1850-1909, American) ~ Comet, n/d

[Source: Christie's]

well u know what they say. my moon my man so changeable and such a lovable lamb to me my care my coat leaves on a high note there's nowhere to go but on heart on my sleeve not where it should be the song's out of key again my moon's white face what day and what phase it's the calendar page again take it slow take it easy on me shed some light shed some light on me ple

Jenny Holzer. Untitled, 1983

even saying cost of living leaves something bitter in my mouth what kind of fucking phrase is that. vile

before the joining some girl on tumblr was definitely like you know, raban from wycaro is actually sooo woman-coded and then another girl on tumblr who was probably me was like you people are fucking idiots shut uppppp

the entire day: omg i wanna write omg i wanna write i have so much inspiration and motivation i cant wait to open my doc and write

when its time to write:

Carol Sturka, I’m in love with you

She killed 11 million people by accident because she had an emotion, I’m obsessed with her

Incapable of enjoying anything while she has it, grieving everything furiously once it’s gone

Watching her silly little comfort show about it

Grilling the hivemind about whether your dead wife liked your writing, my GOD

Literally drove the entire population of Albuquerque away from you! Couldn’t be me!

All the other surviving humans are hanging out without you, but I could never leave you, Carol!

Stealing a Georgia O’Keefe!!! My girl!!!

Playing chicken with fireworks all by yourself, gorgeous?

Going on little dates with your hivemind girlcrush while you lie to them about adding to your whiteboard list of their weaknesses. Carol Sturka, the woman that you are.

Fucked your crush and caught feelings for the hivemind! Betrayed yourself for a vacation with a beautiful brunette who likes your writing!! Reading The Left Hand of Darkness poolside with your hivemind girlfriend!!! Who else is doing it like you, Carol!