Just one of my emotional states and personalities that I have hid from the public eye.
(no one needs to see, no one needs to know)
(no one needs to see, no one needs to know)
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fairies
“Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.”-The Stolen Child, William Butler Yeats
they lurk in flowers to hide their thorns. whispered voices dancing in the trees at night, speaking in forgotten languages that sound like wind chimes and hymnal lullabies. they live between worlds, their laws are their own, and Tír na nÓg is a long way away.
(via mirroir)
via hamartiaes➜ -
via reystarlights➜ -
Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife by Elisa Lazo de Valdez / Visioluxus
(via aegeanebasin)
via foxesinbreeches➜ -
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Alastair (Hans-Henning von Voigt (1887-1969)), Crucifixion - 1920’s
