Rika, INFJ, twenty-four, freelance journalist, writer, fangirl, roleplayer, photographer, smartass, coffee addict, stealthy Viking ninja, inventor of words, book hoarder extraordinaire, language nerd, member of Hermits United, female Sherlock Holmes, and so much awkward. +

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Gemma Arterton |Photographed by: Gilles-Marie Zimmermann

— Ivanushka, if you break this promise it will be like breaking a very old crystal glass. Nothing will be able to be put right again.

— I understand.

— Ivanushka, it will be difficult for you to keep this promise. You will have to build the keeping of it like a chimney.

— Tell me what I must do.

— Ivanushka, for you, this house has no basement.

— I promise, wife.


— You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.



Author of the law’s delays, you who as talisman and totem still wear the aegis, baleful with Medusa’s scowl (though shrunken and self-mummified, a Gorgon still).

"Athena" — Amy Clampitt

Ak Ana, the “White Mother” is the primordial creator-goddess of Turkic people and the Khanty and Mansi peoples of Siberia. She is also known as the goddess of the water. She was the consort of Kayra Han.

Water had created earlier than Earth. Therefore she was believed to be a sister to Earth. The beginning of the Earth emanated from Water. In ancient Turkish beliefs, Tangri (God) Kaira Khan is a pure, white goose that flies constantly over an endless expanse of water (time). But before Ak-Ana appears to urge Kaira Khan to create, he experiences a disturbance of his calm. From the bottom of the Water a “sacred duck” Lura lifted the sand, clay and silt, from which the Earth was created. Water was the initial state of everything in existence. Water evenly gave rise to both foreign and hostile elements. It was the possessor of spirits and the entrance into the other realm. The life, fertility and productivity of land depended on the Ak Ana.

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'We are Animals' photographed by Anna Danilova for Dew

The road is long. The path uncertain. For so many of us, the journey is one of solitude. We tell ourselves we must walk this arduous road alone. Face whatever comes, no matter how terrible. Some of us call on angels to spread their wings and protect us. Others long to see the path, hoping they will come to know the way through the Lord’s nourishment. What if we are shown the way? Will we continue on this road, alone, blind, and afraid? Or will we have the strength to follow his path?


IRON ROSE, for the young banshee girl, carrying the after-world upon her shoulders.

Sometimes I look in the mirror and count how many times I died. For each death I wail, there’s a grave dug deep into my skin. I look in the mirror and I see their darkness and I wonder, if I was to excavate myself, instead of bleeding, would I uncover the dirt that is laying under my surface? Maybe that’s the reason why my reflection stares at me so hollow, so empty, so inhuman these days. I don’t even dare speaking up anymore. I keep my mouth shut. There are many people whispering in my head, I no longer feel the need to talk.

There’s a saying that goes, when Death calls we say, not today.

I put my forehead against the mirror.

Not today.

Not today.

You come to me bearing 
poppies, birds and glass,
a carving knife.
Your body a hieroglyph.
You want me to whittle you
down into an amulet;
a tooth necklace to
wear as a token.

Ella Henderson
Ghost – Single
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no matter where you live

Too many people die because of us. We’re the  m o n s t e r s.


She holds many forms, however none of them are weak. Heaven, Earth, and the sea bow to Hecate and her powers, inherited from the starts and destruction. She is mostly known from being the goddess of witchcraft, however crossroads, entrance-ways, the moon, light, ghosts, and necromancy are also her claim.