sky & sea

Myth-Based ⚪ Multiverse ⚪ Selective ⚪ est. JUL.6.2016.

[k-adri]

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[inkxlenses]

Glass beads & crystal rhinestones | by Mignonne

[ancient-serpent]

Galerie des Batailles, Château de Versailles, France (by ancient-serpent)

[jerzee55z]

[sadlesbiandisaster]

girls? I’m a big fan

[daintythoughts]

[podencos]

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[pastweeks-deactivated20200512]

I’m going to lose it! This is a dream

[florascarrow-deactivated2017082]

“I address you all tonight for who you truly are: wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, and magicians. You are the true dreamers.”

make me choose: @punkass-arcane asked: faeries or mermaids?

[funeraltango]

For women who are tied to the moon, love alone is not enough. We insist each day wrap it’s knuckles through our heart strings and pull. The lows, the joy, the poetry. We dance at the edge of a cliff. You have fallen off. So it goes. You will climb up again.

Letter from Anaïs Nin to Clementine Von Radics.   (via funeraltango)

[atheru-s]

[andantegrazioso-deactivated2018]

Young Woman with Flower Basket {details} | Charles Chaplin

[softwaring]

[livingstills]

[amadryades]

She has a name so dewy as if she had lived in the sea as if she had lived with a blue spring in her breasts

Odysseus Elytis, Aethriae (via amadryades)

[angelicprzncess]

[goblhyn]

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[eromai-blog1]

@atishabanalras

The night bore a chill; silk had not been the most practical choice for the weather, for the location, for the cold, drafty stone halls of Skyhold. But it was, however, the most practical choice for the task at hand.

He was in his atrium, in spite of the late hour. The torches burned low, casting flickers on the walls and floor, carving sharp lines of shadow. She leaned against the door—she looked spectacular in low warm light, she was aware—with the silk of her déshabillé (the latest fashion for bedchambers in Orlais, she'd heard) hanging in disarray from her shoulders. Her hair hung loose to her waist, uncharacteristically wild and lending a tawdry appearance to the way she leaned against the archway, arms crossed and barely clad in her nightclothes.

"Up late again?" she asked. She kept her voice low, but still it echoed in the atrium (as everything did.) Her footsteps, too, rebounded off the walls as she ambled a step closer to his makeshift desk. "Cutting into your dream time, isn't it? I'm having trouble sleeping too, it seems."

[goblhyn]

[goblhyn]

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