wyrdwitchingways
Wyrd Witching Ways
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From my October 2019 #witchcraftaesthetic shoot with Katarina
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A fairy.
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Possessed by Dionysus last night 🍯🍇✨🧚🏾
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me and the bad bitch i pulled by indulging in cannibalism and talking to corpses
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David Ligare ( United States b.1945 )
Ariadne on Naxos 2021
oil on canvas
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the older and weirder i get the more i'm beginning to realize that i was actually a very cool kid who had no shame or fear until i was taught that i'd be punished for it and everything since then has been a slow uphill climb to get that part of myself back
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Tomas Tranströmer, tr. by Robert Bly, from a poem titled “Track,”
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x / Landscape With Fruit Rot And Millipede, Richard Siken
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Hermes, Quick and Silver,
When the glass shatters, we laugh.
The joys of life bubble up between
the cracks.
Praise fills my lungs
and bursts from my lips.
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Jen Caywood (based Bellingham, WA, USA) - The End, 2021, Paintings: Digital Art
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Chokehold, watercolors and gouache on Arches paper.
First piece of 22′, and the first piece I completed since recovering from Covid last week…stay safe folks. o/-<
twitter / storenvy / inPRNT / portfolio /
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The thing about Dionysus is, he will come to you in your dirtiest, filthiest, most shameful place. He will meet you where you are, and he will never ask you to be just one thing, to be holy without being profane, to be whole without your brokenness.
The thing about Dionysus is, he knows. He knows, he knows, he knows. We are human, body and soul, and he knows. He knows body. He knows soul. He’ll ask alot of us, more than we think we can give, but he will not turn his back to our weaknesses.
He will come. He will find us, wherever we are, and - maybe this, most of all - when he goes, he will not leave us here.
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Detail of The Magic Circle by John William Waterhouse (1886).
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Anthony Marra, A Constellation of Vital Phenomena
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I love it when literature touches me, when it reaches my bones. It doesn't matter if it's in a pleasurable way or a horrifying way, either way it's satisfying.
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