[lovely-kneopsia]

[happyheidi]

Trees before October 1st:

Trees after October 1st:

[elite-kawaii]

Its Spoopy Trees Days!

[along-the-meadow-path]

Studio Ghibli + Butterflies

[happyheidi]

Jiji ♡

[happyheidi]

𝖨𝖽𝖺 𝖱𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈𝗎𝗅 𝖮𝗎𝗍𝗁𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝖾’𝗌 𝖿𝖺𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 🧚 <3

[happyheidi]

Ida Rentoul Outhwaite (1888-1960)

[happyheidi]

“ᴡʜʏ ᴄᴀᴛs ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ: ᴀ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ғᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs”, 1994. x

[happyheidi]

deer walks into a store and later brings her whole family for another visit 🛒

Horsetooth Store, Gas, and RV Park

(via)

[arcanewraith]

Bookstore cats are the sweetest

[applesfallingfromblondehair]

At Their Very Best

Uncasville, Connecticut - November 3rd, 2022

[anyahita]

Schoolgirls in Iran in protest against the regime sticking their middle fingers to Khomeini and Khamenei

[lovealtars]

illustrations by skip liepke for wuthering heights

[firstfullmoon]

do you happen to have the poem 'eurydice' written by linda gregg? i can't seem to find it anywhere :(

hello yes here you go (from her collection too bright to see)

[artfoli]

The Uninvited Guest, 1906, and The Deceitfullness of Riches, 1901, by Eleanor Fortescue-Brickdale (1872-1945)

[shisasan]

𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟼, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹 [𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟿𝟽𝟿]

[ID: August 6, 1914. What will be my fate as a writer is very simple. My talent for portraying my dreamlike inner life has thrust all other matters into the background, my life has dwindled dreadfully, nor will it cease to dwindle. Nothing else will ever satisfy me. But the strength I can muster for that portrayal is not to be counted upon: perhaps it has already vanished forever, perhaps it will come back to me again, although the circumstances of my life don’t favor its return. Thus I waver, continually fly to the summit of the mountain, but then fall back in a moment. Others waver too, but in lower regions, with greater strength; if they are in danger of falling, they are caught up by the kinsman who walks beside them for that very purpose. But I waver on the heights; it is not death, alas, but the eternal torments of dying. END ID]

[flowerytale]

Franz Kafka, from a letter to Milena Jesenská (Prague, September 14, 1920)

[lonequixote]

Vincent van Gogh

Joseph Etienne Roulin

(via @lonequixote)