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Sherilyn Fenn
Meridian: Kiss of the Beast, 1990
Snow Day
βBy the end of the feast we were all wandering about half naked, our makeup smudged, crushed flowers in our loose hairβ¦What many of us were to remember best was the white, full disk of the moon. There was thunder and lightening, but no rain.β
β Sheila Kohler, Cracks
fog over water, isaac levitan, 1890s
notes from the celestial traveler
notice how its littlest pet shop and not littlest pet shelter, littlest pet adoption center, littlest pet rehabilitation. really twisted.
is this happening because i was born
and the terror and I that have become one body burst from my bare body When Iβm sinking into gold-lit darkness
β Kim Hyesoon, from "To You the Infected 2," The Hell of That Star, tr. Cindy Juyoung Ok
April, 1932 The diary of AnaΓ―s Nin [Volume One: 1931-1934]
βSo now you know the answer to my riddle? Face smudged with ashes, but itβs not chimney sweep. Hat with feather and crossbow, but itβs not hunstman. Dress embroidered in silver, but sheβs not a Princess. Who is it?β
TΕi oΕΓΕ‘ky pro Popelku (1973), dir. by VΓ‘clav VorlΓΔek.
Guinevere's wedding dress and chainmail veil in Excalibur 1981
someone has kindly reminded me of my time and tenure as a member of a community on tumblr that is largely bygone. a set of wonderful and magickal years spent as a witch among magicians, breaking the stereotypes of appearance and practices while laughingly affirming plenty others. though a few friends still keep in contact, most of the blogs are nuked or scrubbed, and along with them, so much wisdom and so many jokes one had to be there to understand. if this is anything, remember to keep backup or archives of the efforts you put into writing or thy arte, or even just memorialize your jokes somewhere. this website, while hellish at times, has been a time capsule of an internet that no longer exists, and while nostalgia can be so saddening, it is also inspirational. and inspiration is power.
had a moment where i thought "what have left-handed pitchers done?"
left hand pitchers are more evenly balanced across the muscular and fascial lines of the body, making them the natural enemies of christ