I Thought The Earthremembered Me, Shetook Me Back So Tenderly, Arrangingher Dark Skirts, Her Pocketsfull

I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds. I slept as never before, a stone on the riverbed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths among the branches of the perfect trees. All night I heard the small kingdoms breathing around me, the insects, and the birds who do their work in the darkness. All night I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling with a luminous doom. By morning I had vanished at least a dozen times into something better.

(mary oliver, sleeping in the forest)

Inktober Day 31: Fire

And with that -- Inktober wraps up once again! Thanks so much for all the appreciation along the way. This month has been very difficult & Inktober's been a great distraction/companion. Now to focus on some other fun stuff! 🌟💖

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wanted my heart (but i gave her my soul)

Taissa Turner doesn't believe in the Wilderness, in spirits, in monsters. She definitely doesn't believe in vampires. None of that stuff can possibly be real.

It can, however, still upend her entire life.

Chapter 1/4 - 1996

M, 15.1 words

She wakes in the woods. It’s happening a lot, waking in the woods, no memory whatsoever of what brought her here. More and more with each passing week, even. She considers telling the others—Shauna or Van, at least—and dismisses the thought each morning. She’s supposed to be strong. She’s supposed to be steady. She isn’t supposed to be the kind of person who sleepwalks into the trees, waking with mud crusted under her nails and a sour tang in her mouth. The idea of them finding out bothers her almost more than the event itself.

Tai & Van - The Origin of Love

snowy days / snowy nights