hi

anastasia, INFJ, melancholic virgo sun + pisces moon i like mythology, astrology, and fantasy

[lokihiddleston]

DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989)

[ducissatenebrarum]

[brightgoat]

rummaging for an earl grey teabag like its a cigarette

[moetxt]

i tried making a contrapuntal poem for hollanov, which can be read 3 ways: shane’s side alone, ilya’s side alone, or both sides together. inspired by the long game.

[womanguy]

you should get a second evening for reading fan fiction. And you should get an extra day in the week to do arts and crafts.

[swordtit]

the best thing you can do to a character make them averse to touch and absolutely starved for it

[inkpressedpetals]

[eisenkrahe]

[flipocrite]

not she berry or he berry but no berry

and that is berry good

[celceta]

I love seasonal fruits they're like girl we're back lol

[medusapphic]

“Nobody should be barred from necessities or comforts just because they don’t have the right number next to their name.” — page 35 from A Prayer For The Crown-Shy by Becky Chambers

[yujateaandpi]

Was driving with my grandmother and in broken English she says “no eyes… no nose… no face. Don’t trust.” To which I looked around wildly in search of this omen of ill portend.

Cybertruck. It was a cybertruck.

[mothermara]

remember to bury the dead with a phone, everyone. these days the ferry terminal at the river styx wants you to download a fucking app

[monstermonger]

He's worried about stepping on flowers. He loves nature.

[redlipstickresurrected]

[vexheart]

There is no amount of money, oil, or gold that is worth more than having bees, trees, and clean water.

[kosmogrl]

[singing-bowl]

thinking about how ursula k leguin said "what goes too long unchanged destroys itself. The forest is forever because it dies and dies and so lives" and how everyday i wake up slightly different and i can feel myself shed the skin of who i used to be slowly, slowly, until i look back and can scarcely recognise who i was... but also she is still a part of me, part of the leaf litter and the humus, supporting me as i send new roots down and new leaves stretching up to the sunlight

[poetic--elixir]

...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

Vincent van Gogh