My Beautiful Woman based on`a true story. 

Think twice before you judge a parent.

pink-vulva:

reasons i want to look GOOD 

  • for myself
  • for myself
  • to plant the seed of envy in other bitch’s hearts
  • for myself

Sweet little bird

"

grow your hair long and thick.
sharpen blades beneath your skirts.
grow callouses on your hands and feet;
toughen the skin, weaken the man.

boil tinctures, make poisons out of sweat and skin.
rub the dirt beneath your feet.
make the men revile you so much so
that they fear your laughter.

take in a turned-out dog,
let it eat out of your hand.
devour without guilt the things you desire—
wine, sweets, bodies, smoke.

gather the small fruits, the leaves, the roots.
gather the bones and wood and stone.
keep collecting, keep stocking your wares.

listen to the night.
listen to the gamelan.
listen to the chants of
monks and cicadas and unholy men alike.

when the tree you planted
earlier that year
blooms
when all the rest have died,
take it as a sign of a blessing,
but don’t mistake it for luck.

"
"to-do list" by thewitchwife  (via faechilde)
wyrdmorrish:

"The goddess is red with the fire of life; the earth, the solar system, the galaxies of far-extending space all swell within her womb. For she is the world creatrix, ever mother, ever virgin. She encompasses the encompassing, nourishes the nourishing, and and is the life of everything that lives.  “She is also the death of everything that dies. The whole round of existence is accomplished within her sway, from birth, through adolescence, maturity, and senescence, to the grave. She is the womb and the tomb: the sow that eats her farrow. Thus she unites the ‘good’ and the ‘bad,’ exhibiting the two modes of the remembered mother. The devotee is expected to contemplate the two with equal equanimity.” Joseph Campbell (discussing the image of the Goddess in Tantric mythology), The Hero with a Thousand Faces

wyrdmorrish:

"The goddess is red with the fire of life; the earth, the solar system, the galaxies of far-extending space all swell within her womb. For she is the world creatrix, ever mother, ever virgin. She encompasses the encompassing, nourishes the nourishing, and and is the life of everything that lives.

“She is also the death of everything that dies. The whole round of existence is accomplished within her sway, from birth, through adolescence, maturity, and senescence, to the grave. She is the womb and the tomb: the sow that eats her farrow. Thus she unites the ‘good’ and the ‘bad,’ exhibiting the two modes of the remembered mother. The devotee is expected to contemplate the two with equal equanimity.”

Joseph Campbell (discussing the image of the Goddess in Tantric mythology), The Hero with a Thousand Faces

lilygirlduh:

witch wife by edna st vincent millay

lilygirlduh:

witch wife by edna st vincent millay

beastlyart:

alliartist:


The Witch’s Son by ~Auroaronkitten

I like this a lot.
You always see things like the witch’s daughter. This is more interesting to me, since it’s rarely done!

Holy details, wow. WOW.


Reminds me of Oboe

beastlyart:

alliartist:

The Witch’s Son by ~Auroaronkitten

I like this a lot.

You always see things like the witch’s daughter. This is more interesting to me, since it’s rarely done!

Holy details, wow. WOW.

Reminds me of Oboe