moon cheese

dreaming of running away and living in the woods alone forever

[playburo]

Julia Fernandez

[effervescentluminescence]

Kate Bush—outtakes from Hounds of Love album cover shoot

[dk-thrive]

Great Blue Herons @ Twilight. 77° F. 5:15 am. July 10, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (@dkct25)

[skull-designs]

“My soul slides away….” (3) Don’t Look Back In Anger / Oasis.

Brecon Cathedral, Powys, Wales.

[everydaylouie]

Revenge

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[twilightly]

Scenery in Twilight (2008) dir. Catherine Hardwicke

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I really like this poem by Laura Gilpin, so I decided to illustrate it. I’m not sure it’s totally successful but it was an interesting experiment! 🐮🐮

[stephaniedolen]

textures / marion bay, tasmania

[lidia-cao]

January 30th, Day of Illustration in Galicia.

[klaasfoto]

And all was well.

[heavensghost]

I USED TO BE SEVENTEEN

[trulyvincent]

Jenna Andersen

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You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

Mary Oliver, “Wild Geese,” Dream Work (Atlantic Monthly Press, 1986)

[nostalgiaandnausea]

made a friend today

[tylerknott]

My goodness the highlands have my heart. Heading north again, away from these hills, this mist, and into the sea soaked Isles.

[eyeheartfarms]

Backpack for an afternoon forage in an Autumn wood