“Hair fall over dark eyes. Rain storm in her stare. Nails like autumn wheat scythes, curling. Reaper, slayer—”
— brushstroke energy reading: Freyja
(via maughrim)
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I saw a star fall in the night,
And a grey moth touched my cheek;
Such majesty immortals have,
Such pity for the weak.
Alice Corbin (1881 – 1949)
