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"You, my love, are allowed to rot and to die and to live again more alive and incandescent than before."

- Jeff Buckley, New Year’s Eve Prayer  (via floralnymph)

(Source: femaleflaneur, via floralnymph)

running-barefoot-thru-the-forest:

“Sonámbula” (Maximilian Pirner)
dayswanderer:

Schmalz Herbert Gustave - The Great Awakening
anachronisticfairytales:

East o’ the Sun, West o’ the Moon
P.J. Lynch
heaveninawildflower:

Sartor Resartus by Digital Collections at the University of Maryland on Flickr.
Sartor Resartus By: Thomas Carlyle. Philadelphia: Henry Altemus, 1899.
anachronisticfairytales:

Idylls of the King
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Eleanor Fortescue- Brickdale
greaterland:

Trow Gill by Colin Paterson
“On the 13th night; where the river and mountain pass met, there fell yet another devil’s pet! ‘What sort of omen be this?’, thought I as my knife unsheathed. With ease I broke through it’s breast, separating the feathers with my nails, I tore open it’s chest, like a book- holding ancient prophecies and the secrets of mages. It’s taut feathered skin was the leather binding, it’s ribs were the ivory pages, it’s veins, the age-old scripture.”