You Will Speak And It Shall Be So

let's return now to the dust, for the dust we are

[journalofsolitude]

It Lasts Forever and Then It’s Over, Anne de Marcken

[roughentumble]

[ID: I pretended everything would be okay because it seemed impossible to always be saying goodbye. To blueberries. To the ocean. To ravens. To pelicans and plovers. To the cormorants. To the sunlight on the living room wall at four o'clock. To the sound of you in the next room. /end ID]

[mournfulroses]

Nikita Gill, from Fierce Fairytales Poems & Stories to Stir Your Soul; "Seven,"

[happyheidi]

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. November will bring blessings.

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[canonizedandotherwise]

[zarya-zaryanitsa]

„There are some beekeepers, who on All Saint’s Day don’t swallow their communion and instead place it inside the beehive so that the bees wouldn’t die or leave, but grow in numbers. As a punishment after death they have to wander around at night, headless, with a thunder candle in hand. Those spirits are called candle carriers.”

- Mythical Creatures of the Sorbs by Adolf Černy 

[redlipstickresurrected]

Jena Jun aka 赤鼻紳士 (Japanese) - Untitled, Paintings

[guessillalwaysbethisway]

The discovery of the statue of Antinous in Delphi, Greece in 1894

[fuckblast]

Really obsessed with this one like how old cameras worked making everyone blurry against the statue and just makes you realize how long the statue has been right. There.

[konoko]

[stephengillette]

Capistrano (Gateway) : : January 26, 2024 California

[catchymemes]

[stuckinapril]

this email finds me in a field of sunflowers. i don’t give a fuck anymore

[kaijuno]

I found god in a hopeless place

[catchymemes]

[itznarcotic]

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“At night, I don’t know where I have come from, but, I think, maybe, I myself am my destiny. The nets into which I fall are of ancient silk. Far from holding me back, they guide me toward the birth of my thoughts—which leave but loose change scattered across oblivion.”

— Henri-Michel Yéré, from “The Night, The Poet,” Mil Neuf Cent  Quatre-Vingt-Dix/ Nineteen Ninety (Panafrika, 2015)

[sunsbleeding]

https://www.instagram.com/sunlightafterdark/?hl=en

[soracities]

“I once had a body that wasn’t a body—it was a voice in a god’s mouth. It was the holy vowel.”

— Ruth Awad, “Moral Inventory,” published in Wildness  (via figlip)