Me: *drinks a bottle of wine and lights candles* Yo Dionysus, how’s your evening been? 🍷
(via thedionysianfox)
Late night prayer for the ones I love, to the Ones Who Came Before.
Ever changing, ever evolving, always a work in progress. I feel more comfortable with this setup.
Incredibly rare: Three whitetail bucks locked horns in battle and drowned together in a creek in Ohio
It’s like a rat king, but with stags.
(Source: ostealjewelry, via thehornedwitch)
I dream Peace is come,
white-armed and winged,
to take me beyond walls
and pain and hunger.Or is it a son of Night
on darker wings?In either case,
I shall sleep.
Follow this blog.
You are a library of never ending stories,
of heartbreak and cruelty, of love and sunrises.
Your pages kiss my fingertips, my mouth whispering
endless words of endless worlds. If I try hard enough,
each book becomes a prayer.
