Ghastly Words – Amethyst’s Archive

modernmagix: “I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.“ – Unknown Source: modernmagix

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.Continue reading

We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust. Rumi

sarcolinedream: We’re floating under the boundless blue, as moonlight drips through our fingers like lost feelings. We have always been a promise of tomorrow; a sliver of golden sunlight. But now, as the infinite night calls us home, our cracked voices linger in the darkness; swallowing stars, touching endlessness. — Infinite, Michelle Tudor

wolves and girls, girls and wolves oh, so the stories go what all these poets dare not say is that every girl has wolves pacing rhythms in her heart hear me howl | m.j. (via wooden-folks) Source: astoriamalfoys

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… and I circle ten thousand years long; And I still don’t know if I’m a falcon, a storm, or an unfinished song. Rainer Maria Rilke (via sarcolinedream)

She was like a forest, like the dark interlacing of the oakwood, humming inaudibly with myriad unfolding buds. Meanwhile the birds of desire were asleep in the vast interlaced intricacy of her body. D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover (via natural-magics)