witch hunt

“I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.”— Edgar Allan Poe

currently reading: Lord of the Flies by William Golding

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" We are the granddaughters of the witches you weren’t able to burn. "

— Unknown (via hairy-hag)

(via oh-violette)

Advice from the Witch

paperswallow:

Practice doubt. Practice kindness.
Plant moonflowers in your own darkness.
Eat bitter roots. Be a student of dirt,
of TV static, in-between places,
motorway hard shoulders and crossroads
soaked in gloaming. Gather what falls,
will what does not; befriend nightmares
and fell things, staunch your wounds
with sphagnum moss. Love the knots in your hair
and your flushed thighs, love the black
pit of the fruit or eye of the flower, love the 
liminal, the ambivalent, the circular—
love the thing your flesh surrounds;
breathing, furious, night-dappled,
moon addled: ask the endless question
to hear the limitless reply.

(via pumpkin-dream)

lightrup:

maybe university isn’t a good idea

maybe becoming a tree is a good idea

(via sleepymood)