(Source: spinals, via whammykiss)
(Source: spinals, via whammykiss)
Haunched like a faun, he hooed
From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost
Until all owls in the twigged forest
Flapped black to look and brood
On the call this man made.
No sound but a drunken coot
Lurching home along river bank.
Stars hung water-sunk, so a rank
Of double star-eyes lit
Boughs where those owls sat.
An arena of yellow eyes
Watched the changing shape he cut,
Saw hoof harden from foot, saw sprout
Goat-horns. Marked how god rose
And galloped woodward in that guise.
(via kinhelp-andadvice)
(by Tania’s Eyes)
Most only used the road as a means to get to their destination. Clattering carts, stumbling feet, the people would stare straight forward and be on their way, fixating on an unseen point on the horizon.
But not her. Curious walked the road, taking in every dust cloud, each pebble. Curious would crouch and run her fingers over the blades of grass, tenderly caressing wildflowers and clovers. She heard every creature that wandered in the woods not far off, the eyes of birds and beasts meeting her own dark eyes. Curious would climb the trees and investigate every vein and ridge in the leaves.
She tried to tell the people of the beauty around the road, the creatures and greenery. But they just called her name and shook their heads: Curious Mad, Poor Soul.
(via wingsforlashes)
Tumblr continues to devour responses people have sent to my ask messages. I know it was a response, because I don’t have an e-mail notification about it (they don’t offer that option, even with all the problems going on?!).
Whoever sent me a response, I’m not sure who you were, but please send it to me again. I do want to hear your words. ♥
(via cosmicwolfgirl)
Thank you all so much for using this name instead of the name given to me at birth. It really does make me feel more like “me,” which sounds weird and is hard to explain, but it does. I just feel warm and happy now.
Thank you so much. ♥
(Source: for-all-my-dreams)
(Source: for-all-my-dreams)
(Source: kraftwerk1977)
I cannot draw at all, and also it would have to be an IRL drawing that I then took a picture of with my camera, lol.
But I still want to.
If I did, who would want to be in it?
Edit: I’m gonna add a list!
Oh dear, I would love to be a part of your tea party! ♥
First of all what I feel is “avian”
Not like the idealized:
Doe-eyed greeting card doves, perfect blonde cherubim and seraphim on Christmas ornaments, American eagles keeping solemn protective vigil over the interests of rich men in suits, gentle internet gryphons holding tea-parties
But like the bird I know through my pets and my interest in biological history
Ruffled, neurotic, temperamental, beady-eyed and alien, beneath the feathers a reptile running at a warm-blooded pace
crowgoblin, excerpt from “On tengu-ness”, 2004. (via liminalbeast)
Fucking beautiful.
(via raijuu)
Oh hey same
(via carrionbird)
Yesssssss.
(via swanblood)
Yes, that’s what I feel too.
(via swanblood)
In your experience interacting with others: Are people good because they lack evil or because they fear punishment?
(via cosmicwolfgirl)
Submitting because it’s a bit long to send through ask
The eyeball being I told you about last night/this morning(I was the anon) has gotten some more developement.
I’ll be using male pronouns because the one I deem to be mine, the one I first thought up, is male, but I think it applies to…
I feel as though one of these may have accompanied me on more than one midnight stroll through my campus at Uni.