BloodyKirka: Daemon Spirits

bluefooted: the soul collector

pisces like books with titles like “the sedona guide to interplanetary communication”, “how to talk to plants and put spells on stars”, “the book of secrets”, and “finding crystals in the magical forest”. essentially, they could live in the metaphysical section of borders.

dancing in a forest of treasures, blue pixie dust dripping from my nose. I dress in giant bag lady clothes, tons of glitter and beautiful turquoise in my gypsy skirts and harem pants, I am always in tune with the nature around me, I am a moonchild, and my third eye is like my best friend. I collect dried mushrooms, Buddha figures, jade, and various crystals.  can we imaginarily hold hands and skip through the cosmos together and make daisies and sea horses grow out of our footprints?  that would be my sweetest fantasy. all of the flowers and sea creatures would float in the air like ghosts and play in the moonbeams, little seashell sparkles twinkling off of them.

Rebecca Artemisa

the mountain poem

dramatic escape from december

the church roof garden

the beekeeper prophecies 

la llorona and ghostmilk sad mama

demon hands

the boy with the most constellations

we discover the ghost machine

 wicked mountain

wounded bear and forest queen

birthday hymn

THE AGE OF BOHEMIAN LIKE YOU IS OVER. 1.5 YEARS AND 15,000 FOLLOWERS.

I’m Princess Laue and I’m full of cosmic bullshit and I know it. I’m a piscean alien with space for brains and big moon eyes and sometimes i get so full of water and tea it leaks out of my eyes and fills up my teacups again. I’m such a tea junkie i piss it. I’m such an everything junkie, really, and I love to be so overwhelmed with drugs, colors, lights, people, music, patterns, feelings, and daydreams that i almost can’t breathe, because everything’s a drug and I choose it all! I want to suck all of the marrow out of life and live as beautifully in each moment as I can. I’m a blue-haired moonchild whose only religion is love and I read chicana and native american literature, make terrible doodles of cacti covens in Arizona, play a pink ukulele with stickers on it, meditate to tribal music, cum to e.e.cummings, study buddhism and art, drunkenly dance in forests and graveyards, leave lipstick prints on cigarettes, and howl at the big glitter in the sky cause i’m a rhinestone-cowgirl and a pixie-shaman who eats peyote on top of a pueblo on a martian desert under the full moon, cause that’s how i roll. I’m a sun in pisces, moon in gemini, cancer rising, and I’m full of all sorts of poetic bullshit about astrology and tarot, so go ahead and ask me anything. I’m a forest people, and if you a forest people too, come have a tea party with me in a unicorn forest at the bottom of the sea xxx

 the dawn of the age of the forest person

ameliadolezal: bedroom eyes

Betsey Walton