Making some self indulgent fanart and man I love this pencil brush!! Can you guess what it is? owo
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Making some self indulgent fanart and man I love this pencil brush!! Can you guess what it is? owo

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The Pomegranite - symbolising fertility, immortality and divine blessings. I can't find any reason to dispute that, can you @danni-gurrl?
New flash sheet - Portland ppl hit my line for tattoos :)
hungry man
“Loving you is in my nature Like how the leaves fall And petals know just when to open It's something unspoken and unknowable And yet I feel it all the same.” ― Emily Brandt, Love Letters From Hades
It's that time of year again!
I still have stock of my Hades and Persephone Valentine available on my Etsy shop!
"Well it's like he said, I'm an outdoor girl! Married to the King of the Underworld.” ― Hadestown This greeting card measures 4 x 5.

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Where we go when he closes my eyes and under what country; some blue darkness, farther from hell; a landscape of absense and root and stone. There are no bodies here, we dream shapeless dreams-- a constant, cloudless storm. Mother, I'll never wake up from him. I have already traveled too far. My mouth is the color of his mouth and his arms are no longer his arms; they're mute as smoke, as my first white dress, and the spear of his name, once ferocious, dissolves on my tongue like sugar, like birdsong, I whisper it: Hades
Cecilia Woloch
Image: Anna Chipovskaya (Persephone) - Photographer: Nikolay Biryukov for Interview Russia, 2014