deathless

how strange and holy

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Hands by DannyLaiLai

[thewildetyme]

“What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”

— Franz Kafka

[lilousilvercreations]

[peach-salinger]

some simple alexandra tikerpuu icons (210x400).

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[modelpluswarsaw]

Karolina Smętek, Zosia Pawlińska, Sandra Jakubczak and Maddie Kulicka in NEW RENAISSANCE project by KOTY 2

[girlfromenglishclass]

Childhood made everything feel like it lingered. The time it took for hot chocolate to cool down was eternal. Christmas day took weeks. The two-hour drive to my grandparents' house took us to a new world. It's all too fast now.

[maytheavatarsbewithyou]

[gaws]

[chateauofmymind]

who holds the reins of my desires if not my hands?

fierce / unknown / andrew thomas huang / natalie diaz

[detailedart]

Details II: Aurora and Cephalus, 1811 and 1810, by Pierre-Narcisse Guérin. (detail I)

[takeshikaneshiroo]

[luthienne]

Maya Angelou, from Letter to My Daughter

[Text ID: I am convinced that most people do not grow up. We find parking spaces and honor our credit cards. We marry and dare to have children and call that growing up. I think what we do is mostly grow old. We carry accumulation of years in our bodies and on our faces, but generally our real selves, the children inside, are still innocent and shy as magnolias. We may act sophisticated and worldly but I believe we feel safest when we go inside ourselves and find home, a place where we belong and maybe the only place we really do.]

[peppermintstranger]

Lisa Tebeneva — Unknown age — Russia

[alpcnglow]

[alpcnglow]

i'm sorry it still hurts to look at you. i'm sorry i still think you're mine -

[dionysian-mystery]

There is something in your throat that wants to get out and you won’t let it.

― Margaret Atwood, Power Politics

[sovengardeswag]

Small Gods

How many gods of small things have we lost

to the sands of time and the march of progress?

How many have been lost

because they have no great temples?

How many gods of small things

of hearth and sewing and lost things

were taken from us?

We know the name of Hestia

but she had no great stories given to her.

Mother of the hearth

only known to us because she was said

to have given her seat

to carefree Dionysus.

How many gods of small things have we lost

to destruction and defacement?

How many were forgotten

because they did not command the sky

or the sea

or death itself?

How many gods of small things

of summer dew and sweets

and little streams

known only to their village

were taken from us?

Loki was not the god of mischief.

We know not

why he was prayed to.

But one must wonder

why someone would ask a backbiter,

a spider,

the mother and father of monsters

to guard your children

with an offering of milk teeth

cast into the fires of the life giving hearth.