☽ Glitter Tomb ☾

i'm miss laue lamb, self-proclaimed goddess of an imaginary cult of desert-frolicking, flower-fornicating wild children of the haunted, underwater crystal gardens. i worship buddha, pulchritude, syncretism, & the big glitter in the sky.
my witchy face, halloween 2013

Chanting: “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb”
"I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses.
I want to do with you
what spring does with the cherry trees."
Pablo Neruda, “Every Day You Play”  (via talisman)

(Source: caveofhypnos, via fruitleaf)



a lil mushroom town

Painting for my boyfriend because he thought the concept of Moore worshiping sengoku snake god was an extremely important image to produce.


Current Obsessions

Fantastic Fungi: The Forbidden Fruit

Rabbit Island!!!

Eisley’s Marvelous Things

Tokyo Adorned

Deer Tribe in Nara, Japan

This haunting oldie by Bjork and this one

Free audiobooks before I drift asleep

These Scrumptious Pu’erh Teas

Teenage Rebellion Yearbooks by petra & maisie cuz

Deer God 3-D Pixel Art Game


I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forever” (via larmoyante)

(via wanderstruck-wonderlust)

(Source: neptuneee, via whimsypunk)


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