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Bouquet of burning roses by Ars Thanea
I am tired of being powerless, I say to the wind. No answer. I am sick of feeling small, I say to the sun. No answer. Is this the end of me then? I ask of the stars and light-years away, a black hole laughs.
Amrita C. (via sunrisesongs)
Valentino Spring 2015 details
By removing the scales from this Sunset Moth I have revealed the underlying membrane of its wing where the beautiful iridescent coloring can still be seen.
Light is Time by Tsuyoshi Tane
“Features 65,000 watch baseplates hung on black thread in a black room, making them look like shimmering golden raindrops”
We did it. As of today we own a little piece of woods to call ours and dream on. It’s far from the city and oh so pretty and we’ll build a little cabin there, a place to grow some roots and clear our heads. An escape from the city air where we can prance naked and have bonfires and get creeped out at night because we’ve been watching too much x-files lately… Over-active imaginations aside, we’ve had this dream for a long time, we’ve worked together to make it real. We shared a moment there a few weeks ago (before it was official) the sun was coming through the bare branches as fluffy snowflakes fell, the water was calm, our old dog was investigating the deer tracks, birds calling from the evergreens, it felt like we were standing in our future. (Cheers to the future.)
“The Diary Of A Forest Girl” artwork by Aeppol
starswan11, keeveet-talks, let us please not forget the best fucking part of this film.
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“With such radiance and beauty, it’s hard to believe how much blood stains her hands.”
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NEMOPHILIST
[noun]
one who is fond of forest or forest scenery; a haunter of the woods.
Etymology: from Latin nemoralis, from nemus, nemoris, “a wood or grove” + Greek philia, “love”.
[Dan Mumford - Woodland]