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geopsych · 7 months
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I’m not a witch but to me this still says something essential. When you’re ready your being is a match that dragged over the earth ignites a flame.
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stjohnstarling · 6 months
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In sunlight and shadows, moss maps grow upon the gravestones. Green fictions of impossible continents from other worlds. When they obscure the carved name, the spirit below is released from the burden of common memory and may roam free again.
(Via Hookland)
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george-weasleys-girl · 8 months
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They say the Romans have a thing for straight roads. The Romans have nothing on the Dead. The old corpse tracks, the skeleton paths are unbending. The Dead don't swerve for the living. - Tom Rudd #VOH
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carolinawrenn · 1 year
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scottums · 1 year
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The Fae might have wings but not the ones you imagine. The Fae do have a strange beauty but do not be beguiled. Their intentions are ever changeable so use caution. #hookland #hooklandguide https://www.instagram.com/p/CmaFdHmL-NK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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joqatana · 1 year
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theferalfaith · 2 years
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I am a witch and I will no longer be defined by the names of men – Gardnerian, Cochranian, Alexandrian. The land and waves sing to me and through me. Soil and sea name me. I'm a brackish witch. I am an eel witch. No man should dare call me less. – Emily Banting
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'Polaroids'..
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inkquillandkey · 2 years
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after Ben Randle
Inspiration: "The stories may change, but routes into eerie stay the same." after Ben Randle
And I walked that road, ghosts trailing behind the last of the dead leaves in a field full of the dead. Not really bodies but solid enough to make the ground shudder when they walked. Watch in the tall grasses for the graying light and feel the prayers of the lost, dug up by ritual and etched in old blood you could see from the dying spires. Spinning disks, collars that would never catch color, and painted skin that fell through the dirt, marking a place not found on any map. I can guide you there. I know the whispers of the bushes, the hedgerows that speak a language dead long before the footpaths turned paved. Follow me if you have heart enough to listen to the wind, touch what was stained and marked, the hanging gardens that have nothing to do with flowers but are beautiful in their own way.
Inspiration: "The stories may change, but routes into eerie stay the same." after Ben Randle (here)
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rudetuesday · 2 years
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bethkbedbury · 2 years
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The Sound of Water Called
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stjohnstarling · 6 months
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The Dedwick shore is a territory of uncertainty. You can't trust its cliffs not to crumble behind you. You can't trust the tidal teeth of the King-Under-the-Sea not to claim some new part of its beach. And always, your ears half-hearing the tintinnabulation of its drowned bells.
(Via Hookland)
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george-weasleys-girl · 8 months
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Eerie Moodboard 1
Moodboard under the cut, as some might find the images frightening.
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There were old names for the power of places, the deep sense of weird they inspired. Most were lost to labels of Devil or Spook. Yet erasure of language never quite erodes their primal ability to let us know they are sacred space. That here lives some eerie might. - Dr. M. Benn
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mariastrutzblr-blog · 2 years
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The Queen of Owls following the Hum 
‘The Queen of Owls rules from dusk to dawn. In each of her feathers a map of wisdom. On each of her talons three drops of blood, to cure or curse’ @Hooklandguide 
Linocut, Maria Strutz, 2021
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scottums · 1 year
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Our grandmother is the lynchpin of our far flung family. All newborns are presented to here and they go to her. The family knows Memere. I wouldn’t classify her as a cunning woman or witch, but there is powerful magic there. Dangerous magic if you cross her. #hookland #hooklandguide (This is actually a picture of my grandmother with one of her great grandchildren who is the basis for Alaura Dugger. Memere does indeed have magic.) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnFRG7oLsTR/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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joqatana · 2 years
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