Ulirath

I post short, sometimes creepy, mystical storiesmy other blog: thewritetofight she/they💖💜💙

[idontbelonganywhereanymore]

Leaving childhood behind is so hard. Because what do you mean that the blanket fort I built one summer is still up even though I went to college?

[enchantedbook]

Art by Ida Rentoul Outhwaite, (1888-1960)

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Flaming Mist, Photoshop illustration by Ben J

[ex0skeletal-undead]

Necromorph by Reynier Izaguirre

[important-cat-pics]

[glowcowboy]

does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver

[its-your-mind]

the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw

[beautifulterriblequeen]

We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.

[dear-ao3]

night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you

[bebs-art-gallery]

Two Women Kissing in Nature (b. 1859)

— by Georges Rochegrosse

[bebs-art-gallery]

Two Women Kissing in Nature (b. 1859)

— by Georges Rochegrosse

[szczekaczz]

Henriëtte Ronner-Knip, A dog and her puppies

[shelephotolens]

[important-animal-images]

[tamsoj]

Charles Bukowski, "young men," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

[wedarkacademia]

[wander-ess]

Will o the Wisp, 1888 by Lev Lerch

[kafka-bug]

We need books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like being banished into forests far from everyone. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea within us. That is my belief.

Franz Kafka

[ashstfu]

i wish there were more than 24 hours in a day and beverages were $1 and growing up didn’t hurt so much

[ur-daily-inspiration]