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    fuzzytentacles:

Σ Я V X
  2. serialkiller:

    Zdzisław Beksiński, 

    (via dont-fear-the-keeper)

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    culochetrema:

occupation: dead

    culochetrema:

    occupation: dead

    (Source: bradphillips.ca)

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    witchqueen:

wheel of the year | Mabon 

It is the time of the autumn equinox, and the harvest is winding down. The fields are nearly empty, because the crops have been plucked and stored for the coming winter. Mabon is the mid-harvest festival, and it is when we take a few moments to honor the changing seasons, and celebrate the second harvest. On or around September 21, for many Pagan traditions it is a time of giving thanks for the things we have, whether it is abundant crops or other blessings.
The harvest is a time of thanks, and also a time of balance — after all, there are equal hours of daylight and darkness. While we celebrate the gifts of the earth, we also accept that the soil is dying. We have food to eat, but the crops are brown and going dormant. Warmth is behind us, cold lies ahead. (x)

    witchqueen:

    wheel of the year | Mabon 

    It is the time of the autumn equinox, and the harvest is winding down. The fields are nearly empty, because the crops have been plucked and stored for the coming winter. Mabon is the mid-harvest festival, and it is when we take a few moments to honor the changing seasons, and celebrate the second harvest. On or around September 21, for many Pagan traditions it is a time of giving thanks for the things we have, whether it is abundant crops or other blessings.

    The harvest is a time of thanks, and also a time of balance — after all, there are equal hours of daylight and darkness. While we celebrate the gifts of the earth, we also accept that the soil is dying. We have food to eat, but the crops are brown and going dormant. Warmth is behind us, cold lies ahead. (x)

    (via the-darkest-of-lights)

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    renemagritte-art:

The Lovers, 1928
Rene Magritte

    renemagritte-art:

    The Lovers, 1928

    Rene Magritte

    (via virspeakloud)

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    "Non ti chiedo miracoli o visioni, ma la forza di affrontare il quotidiano. Preservami dal timore di poter perdere qualcosa della vita. Non darmi ciò che desidero ma ciò di cui ho bisogno. Insegnami l’arte dei piccoli passi."

    Il Piccolo Principe, Antoine de Saint-Exupèry (via uncampodineve)

    (Source: diamoresivive, via virspeakloud)

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I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?"
Why did I cause so much pain?
Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness?
Can't I see that we're all manifestations of love?
I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong.
We are not special.
We are not crap or trash either. We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.
And God says, "No, that's not right."
Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything.

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