Taste the Rainbow.


Forest Fern Creations’ Tumblr Give-Away

This give away is intended to say thank you to all you wonderful people for helping me to close down my shop successfully and for the epic milestone of Tumblr followers I have reached. You all inspire and motivate me in many ways. 

What you win:

A salvaged tanned Raccoon dog/ Tanuki face

Two handmade necklaces created by FFC

A small bundle of various cruelty free domestic farm fowl feathers

A glass corked bottle filled with a Chilean Dwarf Tarantula Molt

A handmade pair of earrings made by FFC

A hand drawn Mandrake greeting card with envelope

A coffee stained raccoon jaw bone

A little bag of badger toe bones

A professionally preserved pheasant foot

This give away is open to USA followers only. You must be following this blog to win. Please do not delete this text. Likes and reblogs both count and there is no limit. A winner will be chosen on July 10th! Thank you again.

It sucks when someone you have feelings for doesn’t share those feelings; it happens to women all the time, too. We hear “I just want to be friends” and “you’re like one of the guys” and “you’re like a sister to me” just as often. But you’ll never hear a woman complain that guys just don’t appreciate a Nice Girl because we’re taught it’s our own fucking fault when we’re rejected—we aren’t pretty enough or thin enough or sexy enough, we weren’t sexual enough or were too sexual, we put out too much or too little or too soon or not soon enough, we didn’t wear our hair the right way or our skirt the right length, we’re “too tomboyish” or “too butch” or “too feminine”, or we’re “not their type”, or we’re otherwise not good enough in various ways to entice the man to grace us with his affection.

But when we’re not interested in someone, we’re vilified. We’re the bitch that lead them on, the bitch who let them buy us dinner but didn’t want to date them, the bitch who doesn’t appreciate a nice guy, the bitch they were nice to and then got nothing in return from.

And, frankly, fuck those people. Showing interest in me, being friendly with me, getting close to me, or eating a meal with me (even if they paid for it) doesn’t obligate me to open my heart or my legs. And anyone who doesn’t appreciate my friendship sure as hell doesn’t deserve my love or my pussy.

(via jesshambys)


(via weliveinarapeculturesociety)


(via so-gracefully)

Oooh yes she did! Tell em

(via coyotegold)

(Source: tainted-bliss)

i want to apologize to all the women i have called beautiful
before i’ve called them intelligent or brave
i am sorry i made it sound as though
something as simple as what you’re born with
is all you have to be proud of
when you have broken mountains with your wit
from now on i will say things like
you are resilient, or you are extraordinary
not because i don’t think you’re beautiful
but because i need you to know
you are more than that

rupi kaur  (via thegirlwiththelittlecurl)


We started Tokyo Police Club in high school and the very first song we wrote was “Happy Valentines Day”. It’s a rock song about a senior-year romance falling apart. We decided to re-record it this year and share it with you all. So here you go, an update of a classic. <3 

Don’t forget, our brand new album “Forcefield” will be released March 25 - preorder it on iTunes here.