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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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Game of Thrones Daily
will byers stan first human second

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
styofa doing anything
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
One Nice Bug Per Day
Jules of Nature

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@the-survivor
Selene, mythology meme (1/3)
— She was the goddess of the moon, which she drove every night across the skies. Selene was linked to Artemis as well as Hecate; all three were considered lunar goddesses.
“I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.” ― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury
Midnight | Photographed by Yvan Fabing for Exhibition Magazine
The heart dies, a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves… until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
Still unsure about the hairstyle but yay FFXIV
Poetry Inspiration Moodboards | fairytale horrors
I’m a little in love with your sadness, mildly in love with your badness and wildly in love with your madness.
Collecting herbs ig:roux.fox
moodboard : astrology witch
requested by @come-trip-with-me
Aesthetic: Huntress
Come, blunt your spear with us, our pace is hot and our bare heels in the heel-prints— we stand tense—do you see— are you already beaten by the chase?
We lead the pace for the wind on the hills, the low hill is spattered with loose earth— our feet cut into the crust as with spears.
We climbed the ploughed land, dragged the seed from the clefts, broke the clods with our heels, whirled with a parched cry into the woods:
Can you come, can you come, can you follow the hound trail, can you trample the hot froth?
Spring up—sway forward— follow the quickest one, aye, though you leave the trail and drop exhausted at our feet.
(Hilda Doolittle, 1886)
You’re a witch. There’s never been a time when witches were cuddly and embraced by their people, my dear. Every culture has had walkers-between and that frightens people. We’re wild, with fire in our blood, wine in our bellies and the moon in our souls. We’re the frightening people who talk to spirits in the woods.
Oakthorne (via sautrah)