#dandilion seeds

[dyrdeer]

slut or not, you didnt answer their question

its fluffy! it bounces around like tiddies but they dont have much weight to them

#like a seeding dandilion #asks

[witchy-stars]

sneep snoop

Snoop sneep

#witchy answers #unwanted dandilion seeds #sneep snoop

[chanlixsbf]

Gale definitely picks up different things for each szn to represent itself.

#yk. cuz it’s wind so you can’t just see it #spring is flowers summer cattails fall is obviously leaves and winter is snow #summer could also being dandilion seeds #you feel?

[angelheartcottage]

WISH #thechroniclesoffarnia #thingssoamazeme #magic #wonder #wish #seeds #dandilion #summer #fade #littlethings #look https://www.instagram.com/p/CfGG-HkLQdH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#thechroniclesoffarnia #thingssoamazeme #magic #wonder #wish #seeds #dandilion #summer #fade #littlethings #look

[life-winners-liveblog]

(Yes, team Europe let's gooo! :D

Dandelion duo is such a cute name!!!! Let's make it official! :>

HEAR YE HEAR YE!!!

The council of the whispers came to the conclusion that:

DL! Scott Smajor ex-member of the Divorces

and SL! Jimmy Solidarity member or the Big Dogs

Are deemed too close and by Life series law are now classified as a duo,

Meaning, you two now have a duo name! Ruled effective from this instant by the leader of the council of whispers!

*plop a crown of dandelions (composed of both the yellow flowers and the white fluffy balls of seed) on SL! Jimmy and DL! Scott's head*

EVERYONE SHEER FOR DANDILION DUO!!!!! :D

*clap clap clap*

-Fae (Dramatic Fae being dramatic)

DL!Scott: Dandelion duo?

SL!Jimmy: Oh, it fits with my wings!

DL!Scott: I suppose there are worse duo names-

SL!Jimmy: Yeah! Like Jizzie.

DL!Scott: And dandelions aren't terrible I suppose.

#asks #trafficblr #traffic series #pearlescentmoon #jimmy solidarity

[candlelit-cemetary]

So I recently started working with Apollo, due to one of my friends working with him and i started feeling his energy follow me. They made mention like “hey, bud, i think Apollo wants your attention.”

Whats funny about it is the fact that i have always felt connected to him;

When I was little I used to go outside and sunbathe for hours upon hours, just sitting there in the yard. I would dance in the sunlight after a fresh rain, grateful for the bright light blessed upon my skin. I used to pick dandilions and bring them home. I would make sure to scatter the seeds with a wish every time they puffed up. I would write music and play instruments, specifically string instruments and I love poetry. I have always loved him, and I feel grateful that he would want to work with me and had for a while. I mean, a really long time i’ve slightly noticed things and now it makes so much sense.

I dunno, I just suppose I’m very grateful to have him in my life.

Thank you, Apollo ☀️🎵📝.

#hellenic witch #pagan witch #witch community #witches #witchblr #witchcraft #apollo #apollo deity #apollo devotee #apollo devotion #apollo dedication #gods bless you #hellenic devotion #hellenic gods #hellenic worship #hellenic polythiest #hellenic deities #hellenic pagan #hellenic polytheism #helenic polytheism #hellenism #hellenic community #hellenic pantheon

[draganchitsa]

i won’t really say i’m back on tumblr because, well, i forget to check this place so much even if i do idly scroll through every now and then. it’s not really where i am anymore in a psychological/emotional way anymore. i miss a lot of the friendships i made over here Back In The Day, but just because twitter x is melting... idk. i’m tired of a lot of social media these days and if it weren’t for ~author~ things i’d probably take a break from all of them entirely.

anyway, if you were in my twenty-teens tumblrsperience, hi. i miss you and would definitely happily chat. i’m crossingwinter over on discord which is probably the main way i talk to people these days; i apparently am on threads (crossing.winter) and bluesky (crossingwinter) and mostly i would just like to go sit in a field with a bunch of sheep and watch the dandilion seeds float in the air.

#i'm tired

[uglyplotspot]

High Energy Dandilion Seed Simulation. HEDSS for short.

#submission

[bananamitz]

Linked Universe Flower crown drawings - POLL - Wind

A) anemone, also called Wind flower. A wind flower for wind.

B) Dandilions, because their seeds blow in the wind.

Or C) Gaillardia, cause they grow well in coastal regions.

(FULL CREDITS TO THE PHOTOGRAPHERS WHO TOOK THESE PHOTOS, THEY ARE NOT MINE!)

Next will be Time!

#linked universe #wind linked universe #flower crown

[peribytes]

im gonna assume that you really liked dandilions as a kid. almost in a kin way

that's so cute wtf... 🥺 i did like dandelions! but i didn't connect with them in that way. i remember as a kid i didn't blow on them, i ran through and kicked them to send the seeds flying. but i absolutely loved when they were yellow! so much that i'd squeeze them to get the yellow out on my fingers lmao.

#if i kinned a plant it'd be some kind of leaf tbh

[blackmouthdog]

Ain't none of this is real. Ain't all of this is some dream. Buried m name in th ground unner th snow so not t lose it never Spoken gain. M nameless m dead inna body. Empty but fer a gust a wind carryin dandilion seed. Rot inna roots grow anew

#tick talk

[thebookofagma]

Chapter 2

I remember a daycare in the woods... A daycare off highway 7 on our way to Excelsior from Waconia Minnesota. It would take a while to walk there, though as the crow flies it was actually pretty close. Into the woods on a long winding dirt road that seemed endless, to a house that lay in the thick of the forest. The forest was alive. Squirrels and birds bounced from tree branch to tree branch in blurs as fast as sun flickers from light coming through the tree tops. Sometimes it felt like the forest was breathing, pulling us in. A big white mini van was the chariot we took to that house everyday. Hmm... or was it a tan van.

I remember my dad trying to take me out of the comfy car seat as I kicked and cried for my mom to be the one to take me out. Wow. Even as a small child I was showing signs of selfishness and a lack of empathy for my father. Into a dim lit garage that swallowed us, down 13 steep stairs into the basement of Barbra Fransdahl's basement.

Barbs facial features resembled Ms. Trunchbull from the children's movie Matilda, her body as well only with a short hair cut and a modernly dressed. She shared the same temper as Ms. Trunchbull as well. She had a round figure to her. The type of body one gets from being sedentary. When she spoke to the children's parents there was an underlying tone of reticence. It would take a keen ear and a lot of time with the woman to hear the un honest laughs she would feed the parents. White, in her late 40's early 50's and the wrinkles to prove it. Her eyes were gray blue and looked as if the person behind them had went through pain, knew pain well, but also filled with rancor.

To this day in my life whether I was adequately punished or abused from the ages of 2-5, but from my research, trauma can have that affect on people. Especially kids. Trauma is unique to its owner. A person who skateboards all day, like Nyjah Huston, can fall down 15 stairs and feel no anxiety or trepidation at all. Now, if you mother fell down 15 stairs balancing on a piece of wood she might feel some apprehension towards falling and heights for a while afterwards. Unless your mother happens to be Leticia Bufoni. My daycare experience was traumatic for me, and Barb was the first human that ever scared me in my life.

There were 6 other children. Kyle and Erin. A brother and sister that were attached by the hip. A very odd, messy looking boy named Jacob. Along with my two best friends Mitchell and Lisa. A girl two years older than us. Alison. We were "pretend" married. We would pick dandilions for each other, kiss, and get fake married on barbs homemade playground. Mitchell's mom worked with my mom. Im guessing that's where my parents got the idea for the daycare because Mitchell was from Minnetonka.

To a parent, outside appearances made the daycare seem like a perfect little cozy cottage in the wood, but as we know from most fairytales, inside behind closed doors of the cottage in the woods is where the problem lies. There were very odd rules at the daycare like the kids not being able to flush the toilet after use. Which was odd, because she made all of us line up and use the bathroom at the same time. Whether this woman wanted to save on utilities or take our pee to pass drug tests for an unknown probation officer, I don't know. Either way you look at it, Barb had some deep seeded, old fashion psychological problems I couldn't begin to get in to.

All the other children served time outs on the steps, which was as rare as an eclipse, but my time outs were in the closet. Dark, dark, darker. So dark anything could've been in the shadows. The cement cracked basement floor felt like fire and ice on my tiny hands and feet. Seconds felt like minutes and hours felt like weeks. I always hoped to see my dad come through the closet door and save me, but nothing would come but anxiety for me in the corner of the storage closet.

Analyzing everything now I know that we all have days where our chest tightens, where triggers are around every corner, lurking in shadows where darkness spills into heavy breaths. To any ordinary person anxiety is a devastating thing. No matter how many times you tell yourself to "breathe," to remain calm, you feel like a ship with no sails in the middle of a storm. A three year old child in a closet for 1-2 hours. You hopefully can only imagine. I felt as if I was caught in suspension.

I remember flushing the toilet once after five kids had went in front of me. The next instant I was being dragged across the room like a rag doll by my left arm and whipped to the stairs hitting my head against the steps as Barb screamed in my face "what the fell is the matter with you?!" Once I snuck out during nap time because I couldn't sleep. "Boom, boom, boom!" A sound I never forgot. A warning that Barb was coming from the upstairs, where the kids couldn't go, to the basement where we stayed. I tried to run as fast as I could back to the room where the girls shared a king sized bed and the boys slept on cots on the floor. Again she me by the left arm again, threw me on my stomach and hit me twice on the back of my head with the end of a broomstick.

Later on in life I exaggerated the beatings to girlfriends to get sympathy but the truth is I didn't have to. What happened to me was traumatic for me, plain and simple. Maybe I exaggerated things because nobody ever believed me and I wanted other people to equally understand my pain, but I don't have to anymore. This honest auto biography will give exposure to my traumas, and little by little this exposure will help my trauma and anxiety lose its power. With the only remedy I haven't tried. Complete honesty, and a therapist in the near future. For once, this book is also for me.

pages~ 8, 9, 10, 11

#free wrting #writing #writers on tumblr #writers #writinglife #writingcommunity #my writing #alex osborn #wrtieblr #writers month #creative writing #writers block #writersociety #writerscreed

[witchy-stars]

go tell them how we fucked you up but oh my god it's so unfair,

we were the wind tonight so you could be the morning snow,

your life begins by leaving and our love is shown in the letting go

-TAD chords

Well i can't find the song on spotify but the lyrics sound cool so i'll try finding it again later :3

Judging by the lyrics i'm guessing it's probably some variation of rock/punk wich is nice, i like that genre.

It could, of course, be a bit more of a jumpy song (like 'choke' bu IDKHBTFM) but still with the kind of lyrics

#lyrics #music #witchy answers #unwanted dandilion seeds

[farmboysletters]

Dear mom,

When I woke up this morning I found a gift in my house. It was a package from the mayor, 15 parsnip seeds. I also found some tools on the farm, which is good because I don't have much cash in pocket and I'm not sure how I could have afforded any. I spent my morning clearing some land for my little farm, but I quickly ran out of energy. In my defence, I worked a desk job... It's not like I've had to chop a tree down before. Much less several. I still hadn't had breakfast so I left to find somewhere to get food when I came across some leeks. I got so desperate I even ate a few dandilions. On my little foraging trip I met Demetrius, Robins husband along with (and more importantly), Sebastian their son. He seems to be around the same age as me. He also didn't seem quite so enthusiastic at my arrival to the town. But, honestly I'm not sure if he likes anyone. He really seems the loner type. Mysterious. I do like a challenge. I planted my Parsnips after, which didn't take too long. I took a walk through town and found the Saloon. There's a girl who worked there named Emily. She has blue hair, she's very refreshing in such a stuffy town. She reminds me of the oddballs in the city. I'm ashamed to admit when I left.. I started digging though the trash cans... The only reason I mention this is because I found a Joja cola.... Reminds me why I moved to Stardew Valley.

-Evan Ray

[cyeria]

dandelion seeds

#dandilion #dandilion seeds #seeds #seed #dandilion floating #fairies #fairy #birth of a fairy #naturecore #forestcore #nature #cottagecore #witchcore #forest #countrycore #spring #springtime #springcore #birth #green dandilion #green #pastel green #lush green #lush green trees #lush forest #lush green forest #lush green tree #lush #fairycore #virginia

[my-name-is-moof-blog]

“Lєt uѕ lívє líkє flσwєrѕ, wíld αnd вєαutíful αnd drєnchєd ín thє ѕun" ~ Ellєn Evєrєtt

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#flowers #photography #beauty #fashion #fun times #make a wish #no makeup #dandilion seeds #dandilion #sunglasses #quotes #sunny