beautiful women will be like “i baked a cake” and you will say “oh ? what flavour is it” and they say well its a honey rosewater apricot pistachio cardamom vanilla fig jam earl grey poppyseed orange blossom extra virgin olive oil chiffon sponge soaked in raspberry elderflower champagne lipgloss pomegranate matcha ginger blueberry cherry blossom magnolia petal almond passionfruit persimmon syrup with whipped amalfi lemon limoncello ricotta goats cheese honeycomb black pepper bergamot lemon thyme lemon balm rosemary chantilly whipped cream cream cheese feta cheese italian meringue frosting . like ok. i want to spend the rest of my afternoons walking around inside your beautiful mind like a garden
Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirrored Room, Let’s Survive Forever (2017)
despite maggie's hardcore intentions to have a realm without sentient beings in it so she doesn't have to actually work like a queen, i've been thinking about hallucinations having a home, so to speak, within subliminal - a place to go when they aren't being perceived. cultural phenomenons, like the hat man and bloody mary, or everyday ones like water on the road or shadow in the woods can find homes in subliminal. the more humanoid ones have a sort of village or town that they cluster in, while the more inhumanoid ones are scattered throughout, depending on which area of the realm makes the most sense for them
i made maggie's blog into a summer dreamscape and now i'm trying to figure out how to make than's blog into a summer gothic château moment, you know? aesthetically speaking but also based on vibes. and unfortunately it has me contemplating blog hopping lmao.
Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship
𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜
the underearth
The Underearth is a place of slow-shifting roots, the quietest and most constant life of the forest. Those who find themselves aligned with the Underearth are those who find their truest selves not in the eyes of another or the light of the sun, but in private acts of creation. They tend to be dutiful, capable, and thoughtful, whilst also often being slow to change, awkward, and anxious. While many pass the Underearth by without notice, those few who make it past topsoil and into the heart below are held dear. It is rare that someone can delve to the true center of those under this sign. The earth keeps its secrets close to its chest-- sometimes, so deep that it cannot find them when it does choose to look. The Underearth are devoted to their work, able to criticize and peek and prod just where it needs, but they have no such luck with probing the self. People under this sign can be enormously generous. Though less showy than some of the other signs, when the Underearth does choose to shine, they are like a clean cut gem, brilliant, sharp, and precious. They tend to favor gifts of their own making, paying close attention to what it is that delights those around them. They prefer to avoid being the center of attention themselves, however, and often do not know how to react to being shown the same care that they show to those they love.