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Ravens in the snow by Colleen Gara in Banff National Park, Alberta, Canada.

There is no reverie between gods and men. How could the divine love its divinity? I praise the ash and dream of teeth. For I am my god to whom this altar of bones is devoted. My faith lies in the sinews of flesh and the fire of blood, in the thunder of throats, and the sting of tears. May your thorn-crowned spirits and golden, cloudy cities save your soul when your eyes turn to glass.

M.I. // Numinous

@vegetron

(via scrivenaut)

russet-red

a quick thing based on some poetry by @gingerlattes !! back to your regularly scheduled fanart soon enough

blytthe

Yellow Flicker Beat | Lorde

the-witchy-woman9257

Bring me your suffering. The battle roar of broken bones. Bring me the riot in your heart. Angry raw and wild. Bring it all. For I am not afraid of the dark …

Mia Hollow (THIS IS FREAKING BEAUTIFUL AND REMINDS ME OF ALL WITCHES!!!!)

luciferovs

Lupe Vasconcelos ‘Oraculum’ Gouache on paper 2016

visceralsuggestion

hear me in the rasp of a crow’s call; i amass like a murder, like a cacophony of black-feathered screams.

wordsnquotes

Memories do not always soften with time; some grow edges like knives.

Barbara Kingsolver· (via firmamente)

won-der-land89

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stolenwine

They call the thing that fights to keep itself, rageful. So show them that storm. Show them what it tastes like to be made the way we are. Be rageful. Do not let yourself be shamed for refusing to be drowned.

“for the ones that must.” by Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)