Arachne.

I am not washed and beautiful, in control of a shining world in which everything fits, but instead am wandering awed about on a splintered wreck I’ve come to care for, whose gnawed trees breathe a delicate air.

— Annie Dillard (via cavesoflilith)

(Source: ninefoldgoddess, via cavesoflilith)

28 January 2012 • reblog: ninefoldgoddess