"𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞."
- Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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@chemeralde
"𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞."
- Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
escapism is fun until you realize it’s escapism.
little mushroom house with a over grown garden hope you like it uwu
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Purple Blooms
The Hollow: faery home
the sunlight made the tips of the grass look like little fireflies
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(ig / etsy)
A gentle May evening…
Moss Green
Photographed by Freddie Ardley - Instagram @freddieardley
@chemeralde requested: “And all I loved, I loved alone.” by Edgar Allen Poe | lovely quote and thank you for the suggestion! I went a little more experimental with this one, just to figure out different composition types.
If you have a request for a quote to be added to one of these types of illustrations, feel free to message me! (Max word count 10 please)
i keep thinking of this
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is it too much to ask the universe to grant me somebody I can be unapologetically myself with? someone who doesn’t expect something from me, who doesn’t want some version of me or only know a fraction of me. I want to lay on a blanket in a field and watch the clouds roll by and talk to someone about how this life is not one i’ve chosen out of love but out of need. and I want someone who gets that without elaboration or explaining myself or feeling like i’m talking too much or embarrassing myself. I want someone to see me for who I am and love me for it. adore me for it, for everything I am. I want to live in peace and harmony not in fragments of imagination
My mum always told me freckles were the foot prints of faeries with muddy boots on dancing across your face….
I think thats neat.