Notes by Nataly 🌙

Spirituality, philosophy, mythology, Thoth tarot, other divination, herbal things, crystals, and more notes from a woman with a notebook in the abyss. 🌚 (it's me, I am that woman) 🌝

[nemfrog]

Freshwater fish. Elementary Science Readers: Second Book. 1927.

Internet Archive

[xanaxfarts]

Kiki Smith: ‘Constellation’ at Nelson-Atkins Museum of Art (1996)

[authenticity2025]

Maturity is not seeking revenge. It's healing and moving on, so you don’t become like the people who traumatized you.

[surqrised]

“The only darkness we should allow into our lives is the night, for even then, we have the moon.”

— Warsan Shire, Our Men Do Not Belong To Us

[surqrised]

“The only darkness we should allow into our lives is the night, for even then, we have the moon.”

— Warsan Shire, Our Men Do Not Belong To Us

[surqrised]

“Whatever happens tomorrow, we’ve had today.”

— David Nicholls; One Day

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Richard Siken

[deviika]

Fydoror Dostoevsky // Clarice Lispector

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Mary Lambert

[manincaffeine]

[the-inspiring-quotes]

[gyossefka]

“Trust Issues” by takiisbranding aka Bruno Cæsar.

[perfectquote]

“Be patient when things are not going right. Accept that what is yours will come to you in the right way at just the right moment.”

— Unknown

[whereshadowslive-deactivated202]

There is telepathy between hearts.

— Afghan Proverb

Source: Pinterest

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Sky Piercer by Ben J

[lovecrumbss]

First loves take us like that. But because they rarely have any consequence (few marry the sixth-grade sweetheart), people slight them. They exist in the thin cliché of bad country tunes, thus becoming generic, sandblasted of peculiarities. Our own features in youth have not yet been sharply carved. So in some way, we don’t exist yet. Thus we mock ourselves for loving so easily and in the process choke the breath from our first darlings. Which denies their truth, I think, for my inner life took full shape around such a love. I learned to imagine around his face. Before such enchantment takes us, there are only the faces of parents, other kin. Those are doled out to us; they are us in some portion. These first beloveds are other. And we invent ourselves by choosing them.

Cherry, Mary Karr

[opens-at-nightfall]

Another bejeweled spider web, shimmering in the starlight like a diamond necklace…