the white lighter

Admittedly, this blog and its maintainer have eclectic tastes. "Eclectic," as you might suspect, is a nice way of saying that there is very little intertwining theme to any of this. If you end up liking some (or most) of the things I like, you might find that wondrous.

I seek to post only items which are credited to the originator, be it fine art, photography, tattoos, or writing. If you see something uncredited, do feel free to point it out to me. Also: ask anything. Call me out if I fuck up. Give props if you feel like it. Ask questions. I like internet interaction.
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therealkatiewest:

April 6, 2014

"Mind you, the way I see relationships now is mostly through Instagram and I guess that’s not really fair because no one takes pictures of the rough parts to post as a #latergram." - from my Patreon post about my nana, marriage, and some other shit

Hello, maybe go be a patron.

laurencephilomene:

Feminine Identities (final prints so far)

(via fuckyeahhardfemme)

darksilenceinsuburbia:

David Des Granges

The Saltonstall Family

c.1636-37

slackmcnasty:

earthwindandherpes:

Kitestring is a simple webapp that checks up on you and sends a text message to your emergency contacts if you don’t respond by a designated time.

Enter your ETA and Kitestring will send you a text message to reply to. You can extend your check in time via SMS or check in early. If you don’t respond to Kitestring’s text message, your emergency contact(s) will get your customizable alert message. [x]

Important

(via thebicker)

Happy birthday, Jamie!

If there was ever a month for you to be an oracle, this is it. The ancient sibyls would sit over caverns from which emanated gases from deep in the earth, speaking strange prophecies, or as Heraclitus put it, “with frenzied mouth uttering things not to be laughed at, unadorned and unperfumed.” These women usually had male priests interpreting their strange pronouncements. You don’t need the cavern or the priest — your magic is yours alone, and comes through your own damn voice. Find your people and start unraveling the mysteries.

Just two gals enjoying the sunshine and checking on the bulbs. (Both fabulous.)

Self-portrait of the day.

Folks, it has been a hard couple-a weeks.