earth worship. wicca. rats. herbs. gardens. succulents. gnomes. the moon. kyle♡. cats. peppermint white mochas. tea. the smell of books. bones. skulls. skeletons. wine. candles. crystals. incense. magick. bats. arts & crafts. interior decorating. victorian homes. snow. the sea. burning wood. thunderstorms. lazy sunday’s. fear. ghosts. the supernatural. HALLOWEEN. day of the dead. morticia addams. autumn. spirits. hauntings. dead man’s bones. calacas. lydia deetz. folk music. animals. vibes. constantly shifting & evolving. enlightenment. self improving: the mind, body, & soul. blessings. embracing positives & learning from negatives. nostalgic. hard cider. fickle. mumford & sons. destructive. serial killers. crime shows. animal soul. genuine soul. wise perspectives. bob dylan. being one with the earth. grounding. culture. traveling. motels. adventures. abandoned places. haunts. always learning. spirit animals. september-december. the holidays. sunny california (home state). comfy clothes. the pacific northwest (current residence). nature. spring. backstreet boys forever. drunk painting. long sweaters. versatile bangs. thrifty finds. the history channel. alabama (nostalgia/memory lane). wednesday addams. lakes. campfires. grilled cheese w/ tomato soup. love notes. pushed up glasses. airports. winter’s first snow flakes. christmas lights. you (whoever you are), the people you know, and the people they know.


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Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul… but I must confess that I love you only because you are a prelude to my beloved October. Peggy Toney Horton
snaakks:

"Cleft," onyx, Brazil - Image from The Writing of Stones by Roger Caillois, 1970

snaakks:

"Cleft," onyx, Brazil - Image from The Writing of Stones by Roger Caillois, 1970

Let me live here.

Let me live here.


Hozier | Take Me To Church

My lover’s got humour, she’s the giggle at a funeral, knows everybody’s disapproval, I shoulda worshipped her sooner.

If the heavens ever did speak, she’s the last true mouthpiece. Every Sunday’s getting more bleak, fresh poison each week. ‘We were born sick,’ you heard them say it

My Church offers no absolutes. She tells me, ‘Worship in the bedroom.’ The only heaven I’ll be sent to Is when I’m alone with you—

I was born sick, but I love it. Command me to be well. Amen. Amen. Amen

Take me to church, I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death. Good God, let me give you my life

radfuneral:

If I put pumpkins outside, watch halloween movies, and light enough pumpkin spice candles can i evoke the autumn season into my life faster?

radfuneral:

I just want to drink tea on my couch curled up in a blanket and watch ghost whisperer until the sun goes away and autumn is here. kbye.

radfuneral:

Sometimes I talk in run on sentences and you think I’m done talking but I’m totally not so shut up and listen to my cool stories k.

Me, to Kyle, every hour.

Me, to Kyle, every hour.