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[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Sandra Cisneros, from Caramelo; “Mexico Next Right,” orig. published c. September 2002

[waywardwarlocks]

tips for walking in an abandoned graveyard

if it’s dark, don’t shine your flashlight into the trees.

if a child approaches and asks you a question, don’t tell the truth.

you may find some harrowing artifacts (i found a ribbon on a tree and some bible pages) pick these up and keep them. they belong to you.

if you walk down a long, straight pathway, you will feel someone behind you. don’t look

you may see people in your peripheral vision; these are the spirits. they won’t hurt you.

if you wish to communicate with the spirits, do not do it alone. cast a protection circle. only ask polite questions.

you will feel bursts of dread and terror. ignore them.

don’t read too much into what the graves say. some things are best left unsolved.

research the history of the graveyard beforehand. you need to know what you might encounter.

some beings may not want you to leave. should you come into contact with one of these beings, leave immediately.

don’t read the hidden graves.

if you find a headless angel statue, don’t look for her head.

if you find a tipped over angel statue, leave her be. she’s only resting.

don’t listen to music. this will distract you from them.

don’t look in the bushes. you will find something that you weren’t supposed to.

[classystaches]

Inktober #30

Potatoes and molasses

[adrasteiax]

“I shiver: let’s be brave, shall we?”

— Marina Tsvetaeva, from Poem Of The End in “Bride Of Ice: New Selected Poems” [translated by Elaine Feinstein]

[windflowerfairy]

by Emily Dickinson

[rabbitinthemeadow]

O benevolent warmth // Part 3

[rabbitinthemeadow]

How the gentle wind Beckons through the leaves As Autumn colors fall

// Part 3

[rabbitinthemeadow]

Dam the light into the corners above oblivion

[kxowledge]

Euripides, Bakkhai (tr. Gibbons)

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

Cemetery in a Wood (1826) - Carl Friedrich Lessing

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[aseaofquotes]

Robert Frost, "Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening"

[adrasteiax]

“And how many centuries has it been since I’ve been dead and loved you?”

— Alejandra Pizarnik, from A Night Shared In A Memory Of Escape in “Extracting The Stone Of Madness: Poems” [translated by Yvette Siegert]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“At dusk, deep in the summer woods, a silence.Something that was here, expected to continue being here, isn’t.”

— Margaret Gibson, “Not Hearing the Wood Thrush,” Not Hearing the Wood Thrush (Louisiana State University Press, 2018)

[grace--upon--grace]

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[forndom]

Vårvindr - XII & XIII © Forndom