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i was a goddess — now i ache.

seven word poems | a.h. (via aphroditce)

“let me slip into something a little more….comfortable” *peels off the constricting cage of my physical form and becomes a floating miasma*

chaosophia218:

Nicolaes Berchem – Fantastic Creature in a Landscape – Seven-Headed and Seven-Armed Satyr, 1650.

misskittygrimm:

Moodboard: Wuthering Heights

I am already nothing.
I am already burning.

Sophokles, from An Oresteia: Elektra (tr. Anne Carson)

YOU HAVE NO IDEA

(via nearlya)

You were not born to be put out.
they can’t extinguish an unlit fire.
they can’t make a dead thing tremble.

you will slip through his fingers like air—
howl between his clothes like wind

you will stay, but you are everywhere—
both tame and a wild thing.

Salma Deera, from “Calamity Physics,” May All Your Wounds Be Mortal

You are twenty. You are not dead, although you were dead. The girl who died. And was resurrected. Children. Witches. Magic. Symbols. Remember the illogic of the fantasy.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
(via eveninglesbian)

skcgsra:

warrior witch aesthetic (requested)

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