Miss Witch Bitch

The time will come when, with elation, you will greet yourself arriving at your own door, in your own mirror and each will smile at the other’s welcome, and say, sit here. Eat. You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored for another, who knows you by heart. Take down the love letters from the bookshelf, the photographs, the desperate notes, peel your own image from the mirror. Sit. Feast on your life.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.

— Helena Bonham Carter

Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?? Nah, but I've danced with angels by candle light in the deep of night - eUë

“Dude, your child finds comfort in bands from the 60s, 70s, and 80s.”

[text ID: Silence, I discover, is something you can actually hear.]

- Violet Trefusis, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West c. October 1918

And watch how she brings me to life.

- athena (myself).