That tired one.

Character/aesthetic blog for Beyarma Woodrey: Gilnean farm witch, widow, beekeeper, hermit. - - - (Beyarma [A], Wyrmrest Accord.) (icon commisioned from mad-maddie.tumblr.com)

[this-great-world]

A dense forest during a rainstorm

[its-fjori]

druid class hall

[heatherwitch]

Yearling Black Bear - Ursus americanus

[wolveswolves]

By Eddie and Pat Hayden

[subalascorvus-deactivated201805]

[thedruidsforest]

How could you NOT fall in love with the glow of the moon and stars, the warmth of the sun, the ancient life within the trees, and the sweet melodies of the winds?

[bedelia-woodard]

“When I fall, I will continue to fall until I hit the ground. I will create a new world, away from all the swords and bullets that are aimed at us, and that will my sanctuary. I may be an endless road filled with weeds and dirt but somewhere along the sideline, dandelions will also bloom, and I think that is worth exploring.”

— July 21st, 2015 by Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)

[cuunos]

peak dynamic in my opinion

[dozydawn]

[dridelus]

[good-4-her]

[good-4-her]

simply dont monday

[istherewifiinhell]

[ID: 1. A sad looking wolf sitting in the snow. Text that said “i dont want to [blank] i want to [blank]” has been edited to say “i dont want to. I don’t want to”.

2. The same or an equally sad looking wolf now curled up with its tail covering its snout. END ID]

[wolveswolves]

Grey wolf (Canis lupus) in Finland by Grey Wolf Hide Photography Finland

[vesnaflora]

[gardenofgod]

Kamchatka Brown Bear (Ursus Arctos Beringianus)

[sosuperawesome]

Animal Travelers

Marie Claude Roch on Etsy

[llbwwb]

Cottontail Rabbit in the Snow by Joel Sartore.

[lizardsfromspace]

The thing about Cottagecore is that is a fetishized aesthetic of country life, divorced from labor and idealized by a primarily urban audience with a backward looking ethos of tradition. They are not prepared for the stresses of a rural life: farming; harvesting; tapping pumpkins to ensure none of them have been replaced with flesh; losing out on income by having to use one of your pigs in a blood sacrifice to paint protective sigils over your doors and windows; checking cracks and chimneys for the flesh-vines of the Pumpkin Lord; having to decide, before the Growth is complete, whether that's really your tradwife or an amassment of vines, leaves, and blood in the shape of your tradwife; ignoring their desperate pleas that "I'm me! No! No!" as you burn them alive, realizing too late you picked wrong; and the exploitative corporate nature of commercial farming in 2024. All seen through a deeply colonial lens, of course

[cunninggreeneraven]

“My religion is nature. That’s what arouses those feelings of wonder and mysticism and gratitude in me”

— Oliver Sacks