#bargains

The vase I found at the consignment/thrift shop.

This is the book of my heart. It's a queer mother-daughter story about healing and forgiveness. It's got 18th century lit, riot grrls, and filthy weird magic.

--EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS-- So, I have £2000 tax bill coming up that I cannot afford so for the next couple of weeks i'll be opening up commissions at a 15% discount! After this, i'll be closing comms for a while, so get the smooth taste of tico comms while stocks last!! help

I'll also be linking my vgen for those that prefer it, and ko-fi if anyone is happy to just leave a little tip I appreciate it!

I was colder inside than out.

“That's not nothing, to be able to hold your head up."

I wanted to ease the moment past. The temptation was familiar: to go along, to make myself small enough to slip past a looming danger.

But it was all the same choice, every time. The choice between the one death and all the little ones.

I couldn’t buy my life in the last moment, with hands around my throat. I could only buy it by giving in sooner, giving in all the time, like Scheherazade, humbling asking my murderous husband to go on sparing me night after night.