Child of mother nature 🦋

cancer ☀️ Gemini 🌙 libra 🕯️ UK

[kalbi-duam]

İnsan da bir çiçektir, Yalnız kendisini anlayan kimseyle açan bir çiçek... ⚘

@kalbi-duam ⏰19:05 #kalbi-dتam

[aircraftsillustrated1976-deacti]

dear women: looking at pictures of capybaras on the internet won’t solve your problems. you have to kill people

[lesbphobia-deactivated20210216]

[etherealangelica]

My autumn altar 🍂🍄🎃🥧🍁

#autumnequinox #autumnvibes #autumndecor #witch #witchesofinstagram

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[milknhoneyvalley]

[thoodleoo]

ancient greek word of the day: αἰγίλιψ, “devoid of goats; hence, incredibly steep, to the point that not even goats can climb it”

[the-venereal-bede-deactivated20]

goatforsaken

[ryebreadgf]

can't get over the oldest living olive tree being over 4000 years old. imagine someone in 200 bc being like look at this old tree. so many living breathing people existed before us and they had lives just like ours and they lived in the same world we live in, only younger. if you stop for a second and close your eyes and listen you can hear what they heard. someone looked at this tree when it was just a sprout. someone ate the first olive from it. and then 2000 years later someone else thinks the very same thing

[rabbitinthemeadow]

And how the breeze will whisper such strange things On some mournful October evening // Part 31

[sapphocottagecore]

[heaveninawildflower]

August page taken from ‘Through the Year with Birds and Poets.’

Poetry compilation by Sarah Williams.

Published 1900 by Boston, Lee and Shepard.

The Library of Congress Wikimedia.

[fairydrowning]

"August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time."

-Sylvia Plath

[volk-swag-genitalia-deactivated]

i love you rain, i love you cold air, i love you sound of raindrops hitting the rooftops, i love you cloudy skies

[byjessicaelena]

Fancy frog! 

[firesidecottage]

[4yuel]

Bed <3

[nolongersummer]

Mary Oliver, "August"; from "Devotions"

[bebemoon]

the end of summer is like wandering a too-bright afternoon for days with no direction and not remembering a single moment of it