1. "At present, I myself do not know of any local witches or warlocks, but there are several people who seem to have an uncanny power over food."
    — MFK Fisher

  2. <3:

    photographer » Vivian Fu

    blog » Witchin’ in the Kitchen

    stick & poke artist » MISO

    artist » Tammy Rae Carland

    photographer » Kotori Kawashima

    photographer » Yael Malka


  3. still in the throes of performing an elaborate Von Trappe-family-style adieu to summer…

    sun blinded, peppered with freckles & thorn pricks (blackberries, rose hips), and salt-caked like a handful of gas station sunflower seeds, I finally feel like I’ve got my money’s worth from this season.

    my watch strap snapped when the new moon rose; I’m ready for a new beginning. I have a very wool sweater and a growing pile of pickles and preserves, sitting red and glutinous in glass jars—boiled right to their cores in order to last into the winter…as I have been by this sun, by this generous, this gentle summer…


  4. phoebewahl:

    Here’s a scan of my first Harry Potter a Day project drawing. 

    I’m going to try to draw a HP character a day until I run out, or at least get to the Maisie Cattermoles and Ivor Dillonsbys of the series. Each drawing will be varying in complexity depending on how much time/energy I have. 

    DAY 1, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. 


  5. babes & brunch


  6. in this penultimate week of august I’m reading (among other things) *One Man’s Meat*, a series of essays by E.B. White.

    the essays are lovely to read—unsentimental almost to the point of being banal about their subjects: farm/country life in Maine and World War II. of course, EBW plays with this tone of banality with his wit and writer’s precision. I’m interested in the way the war creeps into these essays on “country life,” and have been considering this tactic of writing of war—or rather, of not NOT writing of war. (!?) these essays bring up for me the concept of a writer’s responsibilities…

    I’d not call these essays keen portrayals of *Life at War*. …I find they do serve, however, as lucid portraits of the *banality* of life and war during this time. by not focusing on war itself, but rather on the ways it bleeds into everyday life (and, importantly, by introducing these ruptures without fanfare—in short, by treating air raids with the same measured witticism as his wife’s struggles to identify songbirds), White produces windows into life of a country at war which are apt, I’d suggest, precisely because of the liminal role war plays in the essays.

    anyway, they are nice essays to read in august in maine, I am finding, on the beach or in bed listening to cricket friction. the end of august! in every corner, it seems, pale moths blindly pattering out their lives in the daylight…the morning sun is starting to slant, but we’re still swimming in the sea.

    school is starting soon, though this time—the first time—without me.


  7. moth season



    (Source: cargocollective.com)


  9. I bought a book on pickling (Saving the Season by Kevin West), a good investment this rainy week.


  10. come on, summer—one last hurrah?

    images from femmeinnest.tumblr.com



  12. teethagoddess:

    We at Howard University stand in solidarity with Ferguson.

    Even our innocence is threatening.

    » shit’s fucked up. #racism #policebrutality

    (via magicjug)


  13. rhodeislandprep:

    A beautiful photo of the house in San Francisco where Mrs. Doubtfire was filmed. Such a loved man, such a heart breaking death. Rest in Peace, Robin Williams.



  14. mid-August, particularly pagan…


  15. mm-mm, thinkin bout my grown up lady apartment

    {so sorry, i have carelessly lost track of all these image sources}