Martin Johnson Heade (American, 1819-1904, b. Lumberville, PA, USA) - Blue Morpho Butterfly, c. 1864-1865, Paintings: Oil on Canvas
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Martin Johnson Heade (American, 1819-1904, b. Lumberville, PA, USA) - Blue Morpho Butterfly, c. 1864-1865, Paintings: Oil on Canvas
“The lilac-scent, the bushes with dark green heart-shaped leaves, Wood-violets, the little delicate pale blossoms called innocence.”
— Walt Whitman, Warble for Lilac-Time
The world needs more selkie content and I'm here to give it to you.
“And tears are water, blood is water, a woman always washes in blood and tears.”
— Marina Tsvetaeva, trans. by Elaine Feinstein, from Bride of Ice: “Swans’ Encampment” (via intopermanence)
dark green is a nice color. underrated
Euripides, Bakkhai (tr. Gibbons)
Here's to getting bad again.
[OC] [1242X1540] Savannah, GA. Saw my first alligator later that day - Author: zuzuofthewolves on reddit
Sisters of the tides are we, Bound by sand, and salt, and sea. Selkie, mermaid, siren daughters, Priestesses of the holy waters.
A. M. Galdorcraeft
You will respect black cats or you will respect these hands my friend
“Shall I be raised from death, the spirit asks. And the sun says yes.”
— Louise Glück, from Afterword.
“October, crisp, misty, golden October, when the light is sweet and heavy.”
— Angela Carter (via quotemadness)
“Lilith was feral, brave; she had no need to be believed. Her power was catastrophe. Her heart was a blood moon.”
— Lola Ridge, from To the Many; Collected Poems of Lola Ridge; “Hellish,”
“All was dark yet splendid–”
— Edgar Allan Poe, from The Complete Works of E. A. P.; “The Man of the Crowd,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
“And Her soul! Her soul is consumed by this longing!”
— Sappho, excerpt of Atthis (tr. by George Theodoris)