February 2012
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“My body is a dead language and you pronounce each word perfectly.”
– Sierra DeMulder, Unrequited Love Poem (via nirvikalpa)
lucifelle:
Summoning of the Muse - Dead Can...
Death Rituals →
Pygmies (African Congo)
The Pygmies appear to be sort of uncomfortable with death. When a person dies, they pull down his hut on top of him, and move their camp while relatives cry. Then the dead person is never mentioned again.
Chukchee (Nothern Siberia, Russia)
A three day silent watch was kept to insure the soul then departs. The dead were removed from their huts via special holes cut...
I wholeheartedly encourage one to read a tale from Delta Of Venus by Anais Nin before succumbing to slumber, you’ll have the most splendid dreams.
Watchetencore:
buddhabrot:
s-e-x-m-a-g-i-c-k:
Worshiping at the secret altar of the Goddess. Drinking from the cup of divinity.
never ever ever gets old
uhm, wow, yes, please. god
“What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”
– The Metamorphosis, Franz Kafka (via dwalesa)
I have these strange, secret fantasies. It has gone from wanting to be repeatedly stabbed in the chest to being choked. I play said things time after time in my twisted head.
I am perturbed and inconsolable. I only grow sullen by the second, I am exhausted. I’m not made for this world. My existence is a terrible, irreversible mistake—let me decay and rot. I plead! I plead for release, however excruciating and painful it may be, I must depart from this body. I must transcend space and time.
“I am the secret Serpent coiled about to spring: in my coiling there is joy. If I...”
– Aleister Crowley, The Book of the Law (via mysterium-occultis)
“You have witchcraft in your lips.”
– Henry V ~ William Shakespeare (via dreamsinthyme)
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