spiked archangel of the abyss/ drink me

χθόνιος. a love nymph. flesh and fruit. daughter of venus. fruit of persephone. she. washed up on a shore, i met you in the belly of a whale. she. wreathed in aster and covered in sea foam and honey.

[chokes]

i wish i was always calm and put together, and even when im on a hedonistic ride i can’t get out of that mindset i always control my actions and how people see me, it drives me insane, even in my favourite nirvana, i cage myself and when i let go i hate myself, which leaves me confused about how i’m supposed to be?

[chokes]

hello <3 

[sevendevons]

guardian weekend, jan. 25 1997, pht. paolo sutch

[transparent-flowers]

Semi-transparent Northern Jungle Queen Stichophthalma camadeva. (x).

[thebabylonium]

when simon and garfunkel said “id rather be a forest” they really knew didnt they

[steviegothlingstuff]

Kate Bush poses for her “Never For Ever” album cover art (1980).

[gentleshepherdess-deactivated20]

fave album

[strawberrygirl96-deactivated201]

[iamthecrime]

[jinxproof]

Masakï Matsushïma S/S 1998 ph. Jean-François Lepage

[xshayarsha]

I was wounded early, and early I learned that wounds made me.

Adonis, from Celebrating Vague-Clear Things; Celebrating Childhood. Trans. Khaled Mattawa.

[preservedfawn]

wooden mushroom stools

[spent-deactivated20180912]

[weltenwellen]

And I, light-eater, light-loving.

Natalie Diaz, from “Skin-Light”  (via farmwitch)

[blluish]

visual representations of how intense heartbreak and loneliness feel

[objetpetita]

“I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.” —Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea

“Alone. That’s the only way. [Alone]” — Virginia Woolf, The Complete Works of Virginia Woolf; Selected Diaries

“I? I walk alone;” —Sylvia Plath, Soliloquy of the Solipsist

“Now I know: I’m alone. I and my freedom that I don’t know how to use. Great responsibility of solitude. Whoever isn’t lost doesn’t know freedom and love it. As for me, I own up to my solitude that sometimes falls into ecstasy as before fireworks. I am alone and must live a certain intimate glory that in solitude can become pain. And the pain, silence.” —Clarice Lispector, Água Viva

“There are not two of us. Each of us is alone.” — Marguerite Duras, No More / C’est Tout

[gazophylacium]

Tetsuhiro Wakabayashi - insect flute player.

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pic by ann j p on flickr