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@puddlechild
How can I teach her some way of being human that won’t destroy her?
Margaret Atwood, from Solstice Poem in “Selected Poems II: 1976-1986″ (via adrasteiax)
I’m a fighter, I will not give up, I will stumble and I will fall but I will stand back up. It might take longer at times but I will stand back up and keep fighting.
(via leohearts)
Watching the sea is like watching something in pieces continually striving to be whole
Emily Berry, from Picnic in “Penguin Modern Poets 1: If I’m Scared We Can’t Win” (via adrasteiax)
Anon or not, touch my muse, be it gentle, hurtful, or even to mess with them.
My muse will react to said touch.
I've survived a lot of things, and I'll probably survive this.
J.D. Salinger
“I’m trying really hard to not act how I feel.”
-impulse
Arctic Witch
A witch who lives amongst snow covered land for most of the year. This could also be a witch has a deep connection with snow and ice. Witches who identify with the season of winter and practice magic of the season. They worship ice deities, enjoy cold weather, and utilize snow magic.
That which is wild moves to its own law always changing, always hot, cheating death. I learned early I was a cold girl—nothing more, unyielding, fixed—unreachable, unchangeable. A being like me, wilts in the sun– leave me in my winter, here I am powerful.
-Segovia Amil
hurt sentence starters blood, broken bone mention.
“you’re going to have a bruise.”
“it won’t heal if you keep picking at it.”
“you were out for a few days. how are you feeling?”
“absolutely not. you’ll pop your stitches.”
“take it easy. you’re in rough shape.”
“those pain meds knocked you out.”
“where’d you get that bloody nose?”
“make a fist for me.”
“where does it hurt?”
“ow, ow, ow.”
“that’s going to need stitches.”
“shit, that hurts.”
“is it broken?”
“keep ice on it.”
“ouch!”
“i can’t even look. is it bad? wait, don’t tell me.”
“you shouldn’t be walking around right now.”
“how am i supposed to sleep with all these bandages?”
“stay in bed and let me look after you.”
“there, you’re all patched up.”
“let me help you to your room.”
“how many fingers am i holding up?”
“take your time. slow, slow. you’re doing great.”
“you could have a concussion. ”
“i’m okay. you can stop hovering.”
“you’re lucky. you could have gotten seriously hurt.”
“how exactly did you manage to give yourself a black eye?”
Another morning and I wake with thirst for the goodness I do not have. (…)
Mary Oliver, from Thirst in “Thirst: Poems by Mary Oliver” (via adrasteiax)
Archetype Inspirations | Ice Witch
Embrace the Darkness of Winter.
For in that darkness is what you have been seeking. Solitude. Refection. Healing.
nonverbal memes
add + to reverse who does the action
[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention [ sleep ] for your muse to wake mine [ cover ] for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket [ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc. [ kiss ] for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning [ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair [ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair [ embrace ] for your muse to hold mine [ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room [ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer [ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger [ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s [ weep ] for your muse to catch mine crying [ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food [ hit ] for your muse to attack mine [ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance [ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine [ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring [ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually [ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support [ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm [ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand [ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did [ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine [ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap [ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down [ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away [ dream ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare [ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation [ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury [ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine [ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine [ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine
…I desire the things which will destroy me in the end…
Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via adrasteiax)