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“But now I am beginning, in a way, to rise from the dead.”
— Henrik Ibsen, from The Complete Plays & Works; “When We Dead Awaken,”
Erucarum ortus, alimentum et paradoxa metamorphosis - Maria Sibylla Merian - 1718 - via Internet Archive
Icones plantarum cryptogamicarum - Carl Friedrich Philipp Martius - c.1828-1834 - via e-rara
Joris Hoefnagel - Animalia Qvadrvpedia et Reptilia (Terra): Plate LXIV - c. 1575-1580 - via NGA
“Vampire flowers, honey, soul poison.”
— Aimé Césaire, tr. by Anselm Hollo, from “Poplars and Aspens,” (edited)
Salon Witch by Albert Joseph Penot, 1910.
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“you’re a woman, that alone makes you magic.”
— r.h. Sin
“Healing isn’t pretty, but the other side is fucking beautiful.”
— Lovely Bones
Photographer: Helga York
By Lindsey Kustusch
when you threw me to the wolves that night, did you think they’d find me easy to swallow? you’ve loved me more than the others; you know i am shattered glass, iron nails, razor blades. you know i claw and scream on the way down. of course i bit back. i learned to love the moon. i wore wolf skins as easily as my own. i growled at death and watched him run. please know that if you feel the hair rise on the back of your neck, sense a shadow in the bathroom mirror, find eyes in the thick of night, i am here. i do not hunger after you. i imagine you’ll taste exactly as i remember: sour, chalky, gritty. dirt under my nails. i will be bored of this form soon. i suggest next time, you try feeding me to dragons.
A STUDY IN SURVIVAL | m.c. (via diradea)