erreie
"Pathless"
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Depression
a girl laying down
with the universe
spilling out of her
Okay so anyone that reblogs this, I'll send them a little doodle of something (Marvel, Star Wars, Sherlock, The Witcher, etc.) that reminds me of their blog!
You’re a defiant act of creation.
Elisabeth Hewer, from “World Inside Expanding,” Wishing for Birds (via lifeinpoetry)
Hate is a Strong Word
When you finally get my heart in your claws before the blood cools, I want you to swallow it. Swallow it whole and choke on it.
- Della La Count
“A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him up for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging down Forgot in cruel happiness That even lovers drown.” ― W.B. Yeats
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Combined House Slogans
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. by -joannablu kitchener- #flickstackr
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My bath looks like the night sky
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Faerie Sight
How to see faeries:
Wearing one’s coat inside out.
Wearing a posy of primroses.
A four leaf clover crushed and put into an ointment may give one sight of the Faeries as well as placing Faerie Ointment on the eyelids.
Bending over and looking backwards through your legs.
Looking through a Fir knot hole.
Looking through a loop made with a Rowan twig may cause Faerie sight.
Looking through a hag stone.
Meditating on a daily basis.
Averting one’s vision.
Dawn, moon, dusk, and midnight are the best times for faerie sightings.
Believe - faeries will most likely not show themselves to non-believers.
Have good intention - faeries can sense it.
Looking for a long time without blinking.
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Dream, summer 2015
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Path by Mariusz
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In Aztec mythology, Coatlicue (”she with serpent skirts”) is the mother of the 400 stars in the sky, and one daughter, Coyolxauhqui (”she with bells on her cheeks”). When Coatlicue becomes pregnant illegitimately (by touching a tuft of hummingbird feathers - this sort of stuff happens a lot in Mesoamercan mythos), her children become both embarrassed and enraged. But none more so than her daughter, Coyolxauhqui. Together with her 400 brothers, she launches an attack on her mother, but it is foiled when her mother’s unborn son Huitzilopochtli (”the hummingbird on the left”) springs forth from her womb, armed for battle.
Huitzilopochtli dismembers Coyolxauhqui, and flings her head into the sky where it becomes the moon, so that her mother might look upon her always.
They call them moon jellyfish: Those small little creatures With the flowers on their backs. And, tucked away, on a small island in Palau There’s a lake where they live with The golden jellies Who’ve been there so long That the poison is gone from their stingers. Who spin up towards the sun and Photosynthesize themselves alive. I think that’s what falling in love must be like: Forgetting how to hurt Following the sun Swimming In the cupped hands you’ve learned To call home.
Jellyfish, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
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There is a lake in Tanzania That turns everything it touches into stone— Petrified animals washing up on shore. I’ve known people like that: Who drag loved ones into their waters And send out dead things with the tide. People who walk into your life With poison fingers and Midas touches That leave hearts hardened and calcified. People who spit back love covered in salt. . I have walked back alleys and lost loves That looked red and cracked like the water. I have seen people Who are calm and flat like the lake. I have watched Beauty Break Trust over her knee And lay her, gentle, on the shoreline. I have been among the bodies Left crumbling in the waves. Because sometimes, no amount of knowing Is enough to keep you from the water. Sometimes, the desire to drink Is stronger than anything else.
Lake Natron, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
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