Glory Or Wisdom? Love Or Power? Violin Or Piano? Fire Or Water? Air Or Earth? Forest Or River? Black

glory or wisdom? love or power? violin or piano? fire or water? air or earth? forest or river? black or white? left or right? heads or tails? theatre or cinema? give or take? dawn or dusk? gold or silver? art or music? morning or night? venus or mercury?

white lace dresses, glittery eyeshadow, crystal necklaces, vintage leather jackets, jasmine perfume, charm bracelets, dangly earrings, sheer tights, crushed velvet everything

tag your halloween alignment

lawful halloween: buys tons of candy for the kids, drinks pumpkin spice lattes, cute autumn aesthetics, knows every line to hocus pocus

true halloween: watches nothing but horror movies, reblogs all the halloween posts, has more than one costume planned, doesn’t give a fuck about the candy

chaotic halloween: lights a pile of ouija boards on fire, WE DID THE MA ASH WA E DI D THE MOSNT ERH MASH,tHe mOnSTER maSH, IT WAS A GRAVEYA R D S MA SH!! !

‘In 1778, two Irish gentlewomen put on men’s clothing and ran away together.  Lady Eleanor Butler had received several offers of marriage but was determined to share her life with her friend Sarah Ponsonby. […] They spent the rest of their lives in a black and white house called Plas Newydd outside Llangollen, cultivating their garden, improving their minds and filling the house with clocks, cabinets and “whirligigs of every shape and hue”.  [They also had] a little dog called Sapho.’

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.

(via mirroir)