Día de Muertos by Gerardo Zavala

Andulka
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we're not kids anymore.
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if i look back, i am lost
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Día de Muertos by Gerardo Zavala
Fanon Armand:
Canon Armand:
Comic Armand
this dude
Antonio
Honestly, what teenager doesn’t go through phases?! You guys are just mean.
#CALL HIM OUT
And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.
Sylvia Plath (via quotemadness)
And I looked at you again once the new blood had been given to me, I was surprised to find you so small, insignificant in front of the image I held so dear to my heart.
Could I bring you to life with me? Did I still love you so passionately? Perhaps not, the mortal I had been was not dead, but changed, then I learned my love was nothing but a fantasy to keep me looking away from whatever truly troubled me.
We had been once partners in the solitude of our craft, never speaking about it, but understanding each other so well, very strange moments I got to hear you laugh, but the sound of it was nothing against the beautiful spark of it illuminating me from your gaze, it was that light that blinded my judgment, but seeing you from other eyes made me understand why so many claim to be bewitched.
I decided to let you die, loving you as much, because if I allowed our story to continue, then the end would not be this beautiful.
this gave me a, no joke, 60 second coughing fit and im still recovering
The Sun.
Remain within the promised light of a new day. Golden rays like healing hands will chase away the darkness. Know that the sky will not forever be blanketed with clouds. Keep your faith in that which is to come.
“The CAUSE OF DEATH was as follows: Exhaustion of Melancholia”
(1923 death certificate from New Brunswick, Canada)
the hunchback of notre dame (1996)
“you speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help.”
❞You saw what he did out there, letting the crowd torture that poor boy! I thought if just one person could stand up to him, then… What do they have against people who are different, anyway?❞
People change and forget to tell each other.
Lillian Hellman (via quotemadness)
“Strange goddess, witch, and daughter of night,”
— Charles Baudelaire, tr. by Roy Campbell, from “Sed non Satiata,”
“A woman with a moon falling from her mouth, roses between her legs and tiaras of Spanish moss, this woman is a consort of the spirits.”
— Ntozake Shange, Sassafrass, Cypress and Indigo (via mer-se)
“Becoming a witch is an awakening, a remembering, an initiation. It’s a chant to ‘come home, come home, come home’, because even when you feel like you’re lost, you’re not.”
— Gabriela Herstik, from “Craft: How to Be a Modern Witch,” released c. 2018