thought i was done with gender but i see the song this is home by cavetown done with it/its pronouns and. oh
Arctornis sp.
Arctornis sp. - Lymantrine moth
Family: Erebidae
Happy (late) birthday, @lloydskywalkers ! I hope it was fantastic. Keep hanging in there and creating and being wonderful. c:
(my deranged sleep-deprived rambling under cut)
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“Heliolatry”
“Heaven help me now…”
The second paintung in my element aesthetic series, this one air/angelic themed! Featuring my bby Omis in their winter outfit, and in a pose reminiscent to the 3 of swords tarot card.
“they hold a wake for me in the small hours: the forest’s children, with their faces cowled in cloud-veil, veined dark throughout with what could almost pass for mourning. alas — i am not dead. what lies bare across the altar is a mere shell, a husk i in a hurry have discarded — the heart of it still beats a song of blood, a rill of summertime, of something as distant to these hands as it is held within them to be dearest. here, i am Death’s flower, his poppy incarnadine — i fold upon myself, a shade of deepest sanguine, awaiting its’ rebirth; his lips shall press abed my petals and i shall fruit anew amidst the sway of our crop — o, how heavy i shall be then, how blessed.”— a séance with the maiden
january 24th, 2019 / / lianna schreiber (via ragewrites)
sectumsempra
death kisses you in the deep forest,
heavy cedar air and white bones that
snap under your feet. you sunder,
you blossom and flame with dark.
your heart opens and red poppies
spill out. what will you do with all
these flowers? there’s an unending
sort of wound in your chest, and
you wonder where it came from,
you wonder where you came from.
you gather the blood-blooms until
your hands overflow. offer them
like shards of memory. it’s all just
mirrors and a last, quiet exhale.
- spell series #5 // find me on patreon
yeah we / sank into smoke by the ocean / in the nighttime forest & u held my hand in urs / u told me “baby it’s june! this roadtrip romance is / well on its way” & it was july but hey, / u were right.
yeah, the / sea was louder than the firelight crackle / & just as dangerous / i told u the dark made me scared / so u lit my heart / on fire to banish the shadows / & it made me all light / light / light on the inside.
yeah, our / eyes closed before the sun rose even though / we said we could make it ‘til dawn / but i pointed out the smoke curling into / clouds on the horizon & hey, / august is coming but we / still have july, / all of it.
