#witchcore
Inside Spofforth Castle, North Yorkshire, England.
The Ana Cross, North Yorkshire Moors, England.
Standing 12 foot high, a 19th Century replacement of the medieval Ain Howe Cross, thought to have been a sanctuary cross, the head of which is held in St Mary’s Church, Lastingham - of course the church was locked. The original cross is thought to have been 24 foot high making it the largest known Pre-Norman monument in England.
A Fairy Tale Castle Turret, North Yorkshire, England.
Spofforth Castle, North Yorkshire, England.
A sneak peek of what’s in the works…✨✨
a concept: scattered afternoon showers, the sun peeking through the clouds, sipping fragrant tea by the window, the scent of early spring just after the snow melts, a cool breeze pleasantly chilling your skin, a half-written paper on the table before you, a crow sits in the tree outside and caws gaily as it cleans its feathers in the rain, in the distance the other birds weave their voices together in song
Any witches know what this symbol means? I’ve been drawing it every where for a week, at first it didn’t feel like an eye, it felt more moon related but I don’t know
the pink shrub is a shrub of trumpet flowers!! credits to @rassy for taking such a wonderful picture!!!!!! i am so glad to have finally found the original owner.
I don’t know the definition of love but I’m sure it falls somewhere between the way you look at me and smile.
- unaiza n, maybe you’re all what love means.
Kiss me until my breath smells like you.
- unaiza n,an eight word poem
I love art, I mean just look at him.
unaiza n, sucker for art.
I carry you in between the lines on the palm of my hand. I wash my hands after every touch, hoping that I’d clean you out someday.
unaiza n, but you stay, stay & stay
I ran into the world of my fantasies and never came out of it. how could I? every dream that I weaved about you was better than the real you.
unaiza n, I don’t know who you are anymore.
I don’t know how to write love stories when I’m just a villain
unaiza n, bad at love
I’m going to write something so red, so bright; something that makes the stars cease to exist, turns butterflies into dust. I’m going to write you.
- unaiza n, one smile from you and I’m an ocean overflowing with words.
I hope I accidentally didn’t leave myself in between the cheap metaphors and empty words of your poems. I hope I don’t linger in between those closing lines. – I always want to be something you lost.
– unaiza n, a story you’ll write an ending to.
“The world isn’t cold, darling. The cold resides inside my bones. Hold me for a little longer, will you?”
– unaiza n, excerpt from a book that I may be writing
Please don’t become someone I’ll have to write an ending to.
– unaiza n. // 13 word story
