the orphic hymn to dionysus
come, blessed dionysus, bull-faced god conceived in fire… you delight in bloody swords and in the holy maenads as you howl throughout olympus, o roaring and frenzied bacchos. armed with thyrsus and wrathful in the extreme, you are honoured by all the gods and by all the men who dwell upon the earth. come, blessed and leaping god, and bring much joy to all.
"My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them."- Laurell K. Hamilton (via poesietanz)
Month of apples and pumpkins, of shaking out the winter blankets and knitting new warm woolen socks for the upcoming months. The time of harvest feasts and crunchy walks, maple syrup and dark lipstick. Boots and scarves dug up from the back of the closet, leather driving gloves and old fishermen’s sweaters. Cinnamon doughnuts and bonfires, witchy novels and ghost stories. I wait all year for October.