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A Witch is born out of the true hungers of her time. I am a child of the poisonous wind that copulated with the river on an oil-slick, garbage infested midnight. I turn about on my own parentage. I inoculate against those very biles that brought me to light. I am a serum born of venoms. I am the antibody of all time.

— Long After Midnight, Ray Bradbury  (via mirroir)

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July 2 2014

She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.

— Angela Carter, The Lady of the House of Love (The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories)

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July 2 2014

essie-essex:

Eerie Nighttime Shots of Abandoned America (part 1)

photos by Noel Kerns

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July 2 2014

essie-essex:

Eerie Nighttime Shots of Abandoned America (part 2)

photos by Noel Kerns

(Source: weather.com, via abandonedography)


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July 2 2014

"What do you want?" I asked.
"To be with you in hell," he said.

— Anna Akhmatova, from The Guest  (via charliebronsons)

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July 2 2014

Rusalka (plural: rusalky or rusalki) is a female water demon in Slavic mythology and folk culture. First traces of this name come from the 16th century when rusalka replaced víla in Eastern Slavic culture. Rusalka and víla have both long and often red hair, however, rusalka’s hair would cause floods when combed out. Also unlike víla rusalka would rather harm people than help them. In the middle of the night, they would walk out to the bank and dance together in meadows. If they saw handsome men, they would fascinate them with songs and dancing, mesmerise them, then lead them away to the river floor (or swamp) to their death.

Holiday rusaje was dedicated to these beings together with reminiscence of the dead. Probably under influence of this feast day emerged the idea of rusalkas as souls of girls who died early, often by their own hands. 

(Source: Wikipedia, via mirroir)


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June 20 2014

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June 20 2014

I loved you to the point of ruin.
I loved you until my lungs were filled with ash.

Tina Tran, Until I started choking on our memories (via absentions)

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June 16 2014

Today I am fragile
pale
twitching
insane and full of purpose.

— from “Gravity” - Maura O’Connor (via blutetragen)

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June 16 2014

99lions:

Ari BixhornLooking Up

Ari took these photos of trees at Sintra Mountains, Portugal. The colours make it seem as if he’s taking these shots from the bottom of an ocean floor. 

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June 15 2014

s.t.