agentduckorico:

twrporg:

thestraggletag:

awed-frog:

Hey, do you know that feeling of hitching up a long skirt so you don’t fall on your face when walking upstairs, and then you immediately become a wretched yet resolute Jane Austen character? It’s a universal thing, right?

It’s like resting a laundry basket against your hip and suddenly you’re a long-suffering peasant woman, wondering if you’ll survive the winter.

Or when you’re peeling a fruit/vegetable by hand and you become a disgruntled young deck swab for your jerk pirate captain and this is your punishment for misbehaving

I’m a fan of picking herb and being a cottage witch about to make soup for two sick children.