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Jules of Nature
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Mike Driver
Xuebing Du
Not today Justin
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
ojovivo
DEAR READER
Claire Keane
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@sandraangelina
Last rays in a snowy forest
niiloi
Alethephile (ah-LEE-thuh-file)
n. (from Greek aletheia, “truth” + philia, “love”) one who is magnetized by authenticity; who finds beauty in emotional nakedness, not performance.
The kind of soul that sees honesty as the highest form of intimacy.
The eclipses tore the sky open, unraveling everything that once felt certain.
What fell into shadow was never meant to return
what survived the dark was born of flame.
Now under the Full Moon in Aries,
I rise with embers in my veins.
The fire doesn’t scare me anymore
it reminds me I am still alive.
Every ending I feared was only the beginning,
and every loss carved space for the new light.
So I hold the burning rose high
a symbol of all that I’ve let die beautifully.
Because even in the ashes,
I am still creation.
I am still becoming.
I am the flame that remembers.
#ariesfullmoon
#lunareclipseaftermath
#solareclipseportal
#phoenixenergy
#rebirththroughfire
#cosmictransformation
#astrologypoetry
#witchyaesthetic
#divinefeminineenergy
#celestialmagic
#burningrose
#fullmoonritual
#spiritualawakening
#shadowtowings
#lionessofthelabyrinth
Blade of Becoming 🗡️
They called her quiet, but they were wrong. Her silence was a blade, sharpened by years of swallowing storms. She stood not to shout, but to glow. To let her energy whisper what words no longer needed to carry.
The sword she held Vox Vera had never drawn blood. It revealed instead. Crowned not in gold, but in truth. Forged not in fire, but in the stillness of choosing herself.
She no longer spoke to be understood. She no longer fought to be seen. She stood there, sovereign, soft, and so damn free.
Because some truths don’t echo. They hum.
Vox Vera by Sandra Angelina “I do not speak to be heard, I speak to be free”
The One Who Danced with Shadows by Sandra Angelina
Guardian of the Veil by Sandra Angelina
Where shadows end and the soul begins, she stands guard, between this world and the forgotten.
Protector of the hidden, seer of what lies beyond the veil ⚔️
#guardian of the veil
#sandraangelina
#divine feminine
#shadow work
#ethereal art
#spiritual awakening
#witchy aesthetic
#sword symbolism
#seer of the unseen
#sacred art
#black and white art
#dark feminine
#mystic warrior
#veil between worlds
#cosmic protection
#spirit guardian
#spiritual art
#intuitive art
#artist on tumblr
Ferdinand Leeke, The Rhinemaidens, 1913
Guillaume Seignac (1870-1924)