*puts on cool socks* Ok ready to go

But how, how can you possibly justify cold-blooded murder?  - I prefer to think of it as redistribution of matter.

“I was so out of things,”

— Robert Lowell, from The Collected Poems; “Memories of West Street and Lepke,”

read interesting books. listen to beautiful lyrics and melodies. write your own stories. go to concerts, parks and museums. study hard. take care of yourself. stay hydrated. learn to appreciate the little things. travel. learn a language. remind your friends that you’re there for them. be kind, and feel.

It’s early evening here in the small world, where gods gamble for good weather as the sky turns red. Oh grief rattling around in the bowl of my skeleton. How I’d like to spit you out, turn you into another human, or remake the little dog spirit who walked out of our house without its skin toward an unseen land. We were left behind to figure it out during a harvest turned to ashes. I need to mourn with the night, turn to the gleaming house of bones under your familiar brown skin. The hot stone of our hearts will make a fire. If we cry more tears we will ruin the land with salt; instead let’s praise that which would distract us with despair. Make a song for death, a song with yellow teeth and bad breath. For loneliness, the house guest who eats everything and refuses to leave. A song for bad weather so we can stand together under our leaking roof, and make a terrible music with our wise and ragged bones.

Mourning Song by Joy Harjo (via wellconstructedsentences)

plainwater - anne carson

lxoxoee

types of witches from ancient greece and rome

face-eating witches who love a good nose

cemetery witch who lives in a tomb and scorns the boring non-necromancy magic of normal witches

witch who bangs hot strangers and turns men into pigs

poison witch who fucks up the lives of everyone around her if they wrong her in any way

clan of witch bffs who perform sexy magic

goddess of witchcraft who has three faces and hangs out with dogs

Cutting ties

Some snow scenes in Claude Monet’s paintings.

I woke up to this and I’m so freaking happy I love plants bless my mom for her decorating

bedroom details

mythology moodboard: Hades & Persephone

— since our story is a crime itself | g.f.