𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓫𝓲𝓻𝓭
@floatsfeathers.bsky.social
The birds are flying home. Celtic tales of birds and beasts. By ash, oak, and thorn. A little songbird flying upon winds and mists, floating feathers in the sky. Writer. Poet. Celtic Druidic Witch. A fairy beneath sacred oaks.
Rest in peace to the absolute legend that is Catherine O'Hara.
January 31, 2026 at 1:25 AM
Rest in peace to the absolute legend that is Catherine O'Hara.
The harvest is here, time to don your vegetables.
October 31, 2025 at 7:50 PM
The harvest is here, time to don your vegetables.
Another new day, another fresh horror.
October 26, 2025 at 1:43 AM
Another new day, another fresh horror.
It really has been a hell of a year.
October 19, 2025 at 2:10 AM
It really has been a hell of a year.
Post you from a different era.
(You can take the goth off the girl, but you can't take the goth out of the girl.)
(You can take the goth off the girl, but you can't take the goth out of the girl.)
April 2, 2025 at 12:23 AM
Post you from a different era.
(You can take the goth off the girl, but you can't take the goth out of the girl.)
(You can take the goth off the girl, but you can't take the goth out of the girl.)
Today is every day.
March 14, 2025 at 6:51 AM
Today is every day.
Through a life of devotion,
I've been quelling
my urges to burst.
I've been fighting the notion
to, by love, be coerced.
I should have known
not to give in...
I've been quelling
my urges to burst.
I've been fighting the notion
to, by love, be coerced.
I should have known
not to give in...
March 7, 2025 at 3:04 AM
Through a life of devotion,
I've been quelling
my urges to burst.
I've been fighting the notion
to, by love, be coerced.
I should have known
not to give in...
I've been quelling
my urges to burst.
I've been fighting the notion
to, by love, be coerced.
I should have known
not to give in...