run with the hunted.

Born in the Boreal

[learnarthistory]

The Lady with an Ermine (Cecilia Gallerani) by Leonardo da Vinci (1496) #high renaissance #art https://t.co/E14Ufewp9W

[valerie-an]

do you ever want to gently float up to someone and whisper “this isn’t a debate; i am actually educated on the subject and i’m telling you you’re wrong”

[shadesandshadows]

  A Crowned ‘Merman’ A Sea God Sleeping on a Rocky Shore, watercolor, brown ink, and pen, by Arthur Rackham, 1867-1939, English book illustrator. Private Collection.

[greelin]

“that’s the spirit” i say as i gesture to the spirit that’s been haunting my home for years. when will they leave or start contributing to the household by doing something like helping with laundry. when will they pay rent

[goddesswithinyou-deactivated201]

Diana Bastet

[drawings-anabagayan]

[metaphorformetaphor]

Whatever lives wounds.

João Cabral de Melo Neto, from “The Dog Without Feathers,” Education by Stone ( Archipelago Books, 2014)

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[sadburro]

But the hearts of small children are delicate organs. A cruel beginning in this world can twist them into curious shapes. The heart of a hurt child can shrink so that forever afterward it is hard and pitted as the seed of a peach. Or again, the heart of such a child may fester and swell until it is a misery to carry within the body, easily chafed and hurt by the most ordinary things.

Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Café and Other Stories (via sadburro)

[bajn]

im a hoe but a shy hoe. a shoe

[meanwhilebackinthedungeon]

[meanwhilebackinthedungeon]

Offerings from the Wild Hunt for the Great Horned God

[moxiemcmurder]

Witchy Woman ⭐💀⭐

Artwork by Celia Krampien

[themotherofrevelation]

And there’s nothing more holy than holding a man’s heartbeat between your teeth—sharpened with want.

Ocean Vuong, from “Devotion,” Night Sky with Exit Wounds (via themotherofrevelation)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I am a dream swallower, and I poison myself. I have a palate for rare, erratic impulses.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Linotte: The Early Diary Of   Anaïs Nin (1914-1920)

[getofftheinternerd]

[darksilenceinsuburbia]

From What is a Witch, “an illuminated manifesto on witchcraft” by Pam Grossman and Tin Can Forest.

[lottereinigerforever]

La chute de la maison Usher