Kymberly
@pacificsighs.bsky.social
A Victorian ghost haunting the pnw, pretending to be a proper lady - powered by rain, candlelight, and mild disdain.
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Kymberly
@pacificsighs.bsky.social
· Nov 21
This time of year, PNW witches rise: candlelit baths morning and night, whispering spells to houseplants, brewing potions (herbal tea), and drawing power from the rain. Their rituals? Moody playlists and a seasonal existential crisis.
𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼.
February 2, 2025 at 5:43 PM
𝓦𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓹𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓹𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓼.
I actually have floating hearts around me at all times.
February 2, 2025 at 5:38 PM
I actually have floating hearts around me at all times.
Oh, what a delight it is to dress with intention, only to be met with the ever bewildered “Why are you so dressed up?” My dear, must I have a court summons or a séance to justify escaping the tyranny of sweatpants? Perhaps I simply wish to haunt these streets with dignity.
January 29, 2025 at 4:58 PM
Oh, what a delight it is to dress with intention, only to be met with the ever bewildered “Why are you so dressed up?” My dear, must I have a court summons or a séance to justify escaping the tyranny of sweatpants? Perhaps I simply wish to haunt these streets with dignity.
I’ve decided to spend the next four years perfecting simple syrups for my coffee and tea and ignoring the news, as any respectable Victorian recluse would. This black sesame syrup feels appropriately gothic; dark, brooding, and perfect for sipping while the world carries on without me.
January 23, 2025 at 8:42 PM
I’ve decided to spend the next four years perfecting simple syrups for my coffee and tea and ignoring the news, as any respectable Victorian recluse would. This black sesame syrup feels appropriately gothic; dark, brooding, and perfect for sipping while the world carries on without me.
January 22, 2025 at 4:46 PM
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Goodbye America.
January 20, 2025 at 7:10 PM
Goodbye America.
Night falls like ink spilling across the sky, and the rain hums its lullaby against the roof. The fir trees stand as silent sentinels, their shadows stretching into the dark. Do you ever feel more alive in the stillness of the night?
January 8, 2025 at 4:04 AM
Night falls like ink spilling across the sky, and the rain hums its lullaby against the roof. The fir trees stand as silent sentinels, their shadows stretching into the dark. Do you ever feel more alive in the stillness of the night?
Photos by @dylan-a-miller.bsky.social
January 3, 2025 at 3:48 AM
Photos by @dylan-a-miller.bsky.social
This morning, I rose before dawn, the house silent, and sat under the glow of the Christmas tree, true crime murmuring in my ears. Holiday cheer, right? By afternoon, post-presents, we’ll trade twinkling lights for the shadows of a Nosferatu matinee. Vampires and holiday magic, what could be better?
December 25, 2024 at 7:43 PM
This morning, I rose before dawn, the house silent, and sat under the glow of the Christmas tree, true crime murmuring in my ears. Holiday cheer, right? By afternoon, post-presents, we’ll trade twinkling lights for the shadows of a Nosferatu matinee. Vampires and holiday magic, what could be better?
Ah, dearest patrons, why is it busy two days ere Christmas? Could it be… Christmas? Fear not, I shall brave the mercantile chaos. Pray, be kind to your weary shopkeeper this day.
December 23, 2024 at 3:12 PM
Ah, dearest patrons, why is it busy two days ere Christmas? Could it be… Christmas? Fear not, I shall brave the mercantile chaos. Pray, be kind to your weary shopkeeper this day.
Lilla Weneda - Michał Elwiro Andriolli (1836-1893)
December 22, 2024 at 9:43 PM
Lilla Weneda - Michał Elwiro Andriolli (1836-1893)
Reposted by Kymberly
December 20, 2024 at 10:51 AM
Christmas in the Pacific Northwest-where the twinkling lights fight the fog, the fir trees are still damp from yesterday’s rain, and holiday magic smells like wet moss and cedar. Forget snow-here, it’s a season of shadows and soft, green light. What’s your version of holiday spirit?
December 21, 2024 at 12:29 PM
Christmas in the Pacific Northwest-where the twinkling lights fight the fog, the fir trees are still damp from yesterday’s rain, and holiday magic smells like wet moss and cedar. Forget snow-here, it’s a season of shadows and soft, green light. What’s your version of holiday spirit?
All is bright 🎄🌟❄️🦌
December 20, 2024 at 9:08 PM
All is bright 🎄🌟❄️🦌
Romance always rides shotgun
December 20, 2024 at 12:43 PM
Romance always rides shotgun
Sylvia Plath, from a letter featured in The Letters of Sylvia Plath
December 20, 2024 at 5:19 AM
Sylvia Plath, from a letter featured in The Letters of Sylvia Plath
A whisper through the frozen air
December 19, 2024 at 6:14 PM
A whisper through the frozen air
Friday the 13th- a day shrouded in rain and restless whispers. Historically bound to love goddesses and lunar cycles, it’s not cursed- just a haven for those who crave the untamed and the forbidden. My favorite.
December 13, 2024 at 1:10 PM
Friday the 13th- a day shrouded in rain and restless whispers. Historically bound to love goddesses and lunar cycles, it’s not cursed- just a haven for those who crave the untamed and the forbidden. My favorite.
Homemade salted maple brown sugar coffee syrup- because mornings need a little alchemy. One stir, and suddenly coffee feels like a secret kiss in a jar. Small rituals, big procrastination. What’s your favorite morning indulgence?
December 11, 2024 at 5:52 PM
Homemade salted maple brown sugar coffee syrup- because mornings need a little alchemy. One stir, and suddenly coffee feels like a secret kiss in a jar. Small rituals, big procrastination. What’s your favorite morning indulgence?
Nothing says Christmas cheer like flammable decorations and sitting quietly by the tree, pondering the weight of existence. A simpler time? Perhaps. A fire hazard? Most definitely. May your holidays be just as glowing.
December 11, 2024 at 4:37 PM
Nothing says Christmas cheer like flammable decorations and sitting quietly by the tree, pondering the weight of existence. A simpler time? Perhaps. A fire hazard? Most definitely. May your holidays be just as glowing.
The art of gifting need not cost a king’s ransom. A sprig of holly tied with velvet ribbon, a handwritten note sealed with wax - such simple offerings, imbued with thoughtfulness, outshine the most elaborate treasures.
December 8, 2024 at 3:50 PM
The art of gifting need not cost a king’s ransom. A sprig of holly tied with velvet ribbon, a handwritten note sealed with wax - such simple offerings, imbued with thoughtfulness, outshine the most elaborate treasures.
While holiday shopping picture yourself promenading through cobblestone streets, parasol in hand. Would this gift cause a lady to pause and gasp at its loveliness, or would it gather dust in the corners of her sitting room? Let such questions guide your purchases.
December 7, 2024 at 2:20 AM
While holiday shopping picture yourself promenading through cobblestone streets, parasol in hand. Would this gift cause a lady to pause and gasp at its loveliness, or would it gather dust in the corners of her sitting room? Let such questions guide your purchases.
I rose before dawn and watched the sunrise - a fleeting masterpiece for those willing to rise early. Now I’m drinking matcha, plotting today’s triumphs, and silently side-eyeing yesterday’s unfinished chaos. What’s your first move this morning?
December 5, 2024 at 3:54 PM
I rose before dawn and watched the sunrise - a fleeting masterpiece for those willing to rise early. Now I’m drinking matcha, plotting today’s triumphs, and silently side-eyeing yesterday’s unfinished chaos. What’s your first move this morning?