“There were once two sisters
who were not afriad of the dark
because the dark was full of the other’s voice
across the room,
because even when the night was thick
and starless
they walked home together from the river
seeing who could last the longest
without turning on her flashlight,
not afraid
because sometimes in the pitch of night
they’d lie on their backs
in the middle of the path
and look up until the stars came back
and when they did,
they’d reach their arms up to touch them
and did.”   -Jandy


Black crow eyed, and red thread stitched, I an etching on ice. I twist away from your ill intentions, avoiding distasters like it’s a dance.

I wear my tears like you’ve worn ribbons in your hair; a decoration, a declaration of what I am worth, of who I think I am. I have always been more sincere than you. More genuine. I never hid, like you, behind men and imitation.
I think you burned with the fields that fall. I think you all burned away into cinders and ash. I think I realized this just as all of you ceased glowing; a distant, far off meteor crash.
I know your ghosts were watching. You had the expectation I wouldn’t be able to thrive. That I’d lay down, instead, right there in your remains; a lostling unable to survive. Self Portrait/Writing - Myself

Black crow eyed, and red thread stitched, I an etching on ice. I twist away from your ill intentions, avoiding distasters like it’s a dance.

I wear my tears like you’ve worn ribbons in your hair; a decoration, a declaration of what I am worth, of who I think I am. I have always been more sincere than you. More genuine. I never hid, like you, behind men and imitation.


I think you burned with the fields that fall. I think you all burned away into cinders and ash. I think I realized this just as all of you ceased glowing; a distant, far off meteor crash.

I know your ghosts were watching. You had the expectation I wouldn’t be able to thrive. That I’d lay down, instead, right there in your remains; a lostling unable to survive.

Self Portrait/Writing - Myself


To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn’t stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one’s place in the world. To say ‘I am here.’ To say ‘I am.-O.R MellingModel - Della Greene

To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn’t stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one’s place in the world. To say ‘I am here.’ To say ‘I am.

-O.R Melling

Model - Della Greene


Model - Natasha LazarovicHeaddress - Temna Fialka

Model - Natasha Lazarovic
Headdress - Temna Fialka


“I can hear your whisper and distant mutter. I can smell your damp on the breeze and in the sky I see the halo of your violence. Storm I know you are coming.”   -Robert FanneyModel - Dakota Shannon

“I can hear your whisper and distant mutter. I can smell your damp on the breeze and in the sky I see the halo of your violence. Storm I know you are coming.”  

-Robert Fanney

Model - Dakota Shannon


Model - Lauryn Sybil Disobedience Raccoon Skull Headdress and Preserved Bird Wing Necklace - Necromantic

Model - Lauryn Sybil Disobedience
Raccoon Skull Headdress and Preserved Bird Wing Necklace - Necromantic



Model - Lauryn Sybil Disobedience Raccoon Skull Headdress and Preserved Bird Wing Necklace - Necromantic
Model - Lauryn Sybil Disobedience
Raccoon Skull Headdress and Preserved Bird Wing Necklace - Necromantic

Model: lauryn Sybil disobedience  Headdress, Bird Wing Necklace, Skulls - Necromantic

Model: lauryn Sybil disobedience
Headdress, Bird Wing Necklace, Skulls - Necromantic


Model - Lauryn Sybil Dysobedience  Dried Butterflies & Rib Bone Cross Your Heart Piece - Necromantic

Model - Lauryn Sybil Dysobedience
Dried Butterflies & Rib Bone Cross Your Heart Piece - Necromantic


Model/MU - Lauryn Sybil Dysobedience Headdress/Jewelry - Necromantic by Brandi Sellick

Model/MU - Lauryn Sybil Dysobedience
Headdress/Jewelry - Necromantic by Brandi Sellick



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