Hidden Serpents

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[sad-house-of-mortality]

“My whole being is a dark chant”

— Forugh Farrokhzad

[nynewe]

November Rain (2009)

[nynewe]

I am starting a new tumblr blog.

[bloodmilk]

“But now I am all serpent, and I go where serpents go, taking my path,”

— Annie Finch, from Spells: New & Selected Poems; “Lamia to Lycius,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[journalofanobody]

Galileo’s illustration of the constellation of the Pleiades, in the first edition of Sidereus Nuncius

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“I walk into the fire always, and come out more alive.”

— Anaïs Nin, from a letter quoted in The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Volume IV (1944-1947)

[adrasteiax]

“(…) these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be;”

— Robert Frost, from My November Guest in “The Poetry Of Robert Frost: The Collected Poems”

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[jawnkeets]

“Onwendeð wyrda gesceaft weoruld under heofonum.”

The turn of events changes the world under the heavens. 

The Wanderer, manuscript c. 975

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[nocturnlament]

“Wrapped in the deep fragrance of the forest, I listen to the flapping of the birds’ wings, to the stirring of the ferns. I’m freed from gravity and float up–just a little–from the ground and drift in the air.”

— Haruki Murakami (via sad-house-of-mortality)

[oedameux]

Ellen Rogers, Gilded Cage

[lionofchaeronea]

The Dragon Devouring the Companions of Cadmus, Hendrick Goltzius after Cornelis Cornelisz. van Haarlem, 1588

[nicolemason]

“Half of me is filled with bursting words and half of me is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want to pour life and love into everything yet also nurture my self-care and go gently. I want to live within the rush of primal, intuitive decision, yet also wish to sit and contemplate. This is the messiness of life- that we all carry multitudes, so must sit with the shifts. We are complicated creatures, and ultimately, the balance comes from this understanding. Be water. Flowing, flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open. Wild and serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of steady tides.” // Victoria Erickson

[petrorhagia]

“The sea speaks a language polite people never repeat.”

— Carl Sandburg, from The Complete Poems of Carl Sandburg; “Two Nocturns,” (via violentwavesofemotion)