~ Marauriel Lunatiel ~

@marauriel

- In love with La Lune, forests and the Sea. My name is Marina Aurora, which translates to sea and either dawn or northern lights. I come from the beautiful land of Norway and I am a child of nature, and the faerie folk. I am a witch and free thinker. I love things like animals, outdoor life, films, books, veganism, philosophy, occultism, spirituality, solitude, bygone eras, history and culture. Welcome to my little realm. ~

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vestatilleys

Autochrome by Thomas Shields Clarke, c.1910. (x)

suonko

Anna-Lea Merritt - Ophelia /detail/

die-rosastrasse

Charles Landelle

French, 1821-1908

“Juive de Tanger” (detail)

earendil-was-a-mariner

Aragorn: I’m here to fight Sauron and undo the mistakes of my ancestor

Gimli: I’m here to represent the Dwarves in this adventure

Legolas: My dad kicked me out of the house and I didn’t have anything else to do so here I am.

lavenderwaterwitch

MUSHIES 🍄✨🌲

dhyngetal

🍂 There is no such thing as a true tale. Truth has many faces and the truth is like to the old road to Avalon, it depends on your own will, and your own thoughts, whither the road will take you - Marion Zimmer Bradley, The Mists of Avalon 🍃 PH @ohana_gwen Vestido @cos_line_by_karol 🍃 #dhyngetal #medieval #Avalon #themistsofavalon #redhead #ruiva #asbrumasdeavalon #elven #elvish

dennybitte

fence treasures

by Denny Bitte

matialonsorphoto

more on my instagram @matialonsor

wnq-writers

It’s true and I won’t deny, the love I have for you lingers long after everything that seems to have disappeared. Even when I move on, a part of me will always feel a void when I think of you.

kissmylime (via wordsnquotes)

realmofthenymphs

“She lives on a moor in the north. She lives alone. Spring opens like a blade there.”

*This is my original photo! Do not delete the source or my caption!!*

wnq-writers

My heart is trapped somewhere between the beginning and the end. It still does not quite know how not to want you every day, how not to miss you when I open my eyes, how not to reach for you in my sleep. It still does not understand why it hurts and it hurts and it hurts each day and yet still looks forward to tomorrow. I guess it still hopes that maybe, just maybe, the sun rises, with you on the horizon.

yoursforeverbutnottoday (via wordsnquotes)