Kodama

Hannah, 22

[hogwartslegacypics]

the hufflepuff common room

[megairea]

Because in the long, still dusks of Spring You can hear the whole world whispering; […] The pebbles pushing in the silver streams, The rushes talking in their dreams, The swish-swish of the bat’s black wings, The wild-wood bluebell’s sweet ting-tings, Humming and hammering at your ear, Everything there is to hear In the heart of hidden things,

Charlotte Mew, from A Changeling (via megairea)

[dct239394cvvd098dffgggp]

they laced this bread with olive oil and sundried tomatoes

[madeofwhitebone]

Andy Goldsworthy Touching North, North Pole, 1989 /

Andrea Pozzi

[megairea]

Adonis, from Above the Leaves (tr. by Samuel Hazo)  

[indigodreams]

Winter Beech Whisperer - David Wyatt

[detailedart]

Detail, edit, 3 ٭ Spirit of the Night ٭ by John Atkinson Grimshaw (1836-1893).

[sixpenceee]

People gathered around lava, Iceland | source

[voiceofnature]

In the early 1800s a man named Little Jon lived in this so called earth cabin (swe. ‘backstuga’) located in southern Småland, Sweden. An earthen cabin is built partially buried in the ground, in this case there’s three walls of stone and one wall made of wood. In Sweden earthen cabins was common in the forests from the 1600s until the late 1800s. Link

[cowpsat]

reblog if you’ve seen a cow

[1five1two]

The nightingales are sobbing in

The orchards of our mothers,

And hearts that we broke long ago

Have long been breaking others;

Tears are round, the sea is deep:

Roll them overboard and sleep.

W. H. Auden

[demiiwhiffin]

[thespilledquotes]

And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.

— John Steinbeck, East of Eden

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

“For the Greeks, memory was ‘the waker of longing.’”

— J. D. McClatchy, from The Poet’s Notebook: Excerpts from the Notebooks of 26 American Poets, eds. Stephen Kuusisto, Deborah Tall, & David Weiss (W. W. Norton & Co., 1995)

[mothersofmyheart-deactivated202]

“Transition is always a relief. Destination means death to me. If I could figure out a way to remain forever in transition, in the disconnected and unfamiliar, I could remain in a state of perpetual freedom.”

— David Wojnarowicz (via svaartpractice)

[bookofkhidr]

A child free from the guilt of ownership and the burden of economic competition will grow up with the will to do what needs doing and the capacity for joy in doing it. It is useless work that darkens the heart. The delight of the nursing mother, of the scholar, of the successful hunter, of the good cook, of the skillful maker, of anyone doing needed work and doing it well—this durable joy is perhaps the deepest source of human affection, and of sociality as a whole.

— Ursula K. Le Guin, from The Dispossessed

[etherea1ity]

Let's run through the medow and never look back