You flew off with the wings of my heart and left me flightless. -Stelle Atwater
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Sylvia Plath (via honeyos)
(Source: raccoonwounds)
pull my heartstrings, love.
“ Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night. ”
i had to clean the dust off all my shelves so since i had to remove my bones to clean i took the opportunity to take a photo of all my current personal skulls together (minus two does and a coyote who are in maintenance)
Beautiful collection.
dragonfly wings “We found the land where dragonflies go to die. Hundreds of wings all over the ground. No bodies.”
