take a nap

Hello, I'm Avery and I like plants, toast, and napping in soft grass.

[rosieandthemoon]

details from Renaissance paintings

[slimetony]

Imagine how much better the world would be if the harry potter books were never written

[slimetony]

I get seething paragraphs from 30 year old wiccan terfs in my inbox at least twice a week because of this post

[mothlett]

go off yes

[marisashorror]

Deep in the woods, a mushroom friend

[amvs]

can we send anon hate to landlords/brokers on listing sites. can we make that a thing

[amvs]

like this

[astraldemise]

i love tiny bug type pokemon so much theyre like the best things ever

[astraldemise]

if pokemon were real i wouldnt have depression id just have a bunch of bugs in the pockets of my cargo pants

[astraldemise]

in pokemon this would be me

[mothlett]

wow okay roughly six years ago I left tumblr for one reason or another and holy mackerel I’ve missed it so much, also me 6 years ago was just out here reblogging the cutest shit wtf

[samfodo]

Its obvious to me when people who post about canaries in mines have never met a canary. Like yeah the miners had a special device to revive the canary because canaries are one of the most adorable creatures on the planet and they make adorable little chirping sounds and honestly probably loved the sounds of machinery and people talking so it was probably loud and friendly with the workers. Whatever though maybe meet a canary sometime and youd understand

[samfodo]

If you see this animal every day at work, and it sings to you during your hardest bouts of labor, you will be distraught if it dies. Even if you know this creature is meant to die in lieu of you, you still hear it when the labor is at its hardest and your muscles are struggling against the weight of your work. It is so small, smaller than your soot-stained hands and louder than the death that follows you. You dont want it to die. The same as a woman does not want her candle to run out ; she knows that is the point, its flame is meant to burn the wick and melt the wax ; but she is not indifferent to its wasting away. She may even save her favorite candle as not to burn it too quickly. Now imagine you are that woman, and there is a way to rebuild your favorite candle that you love the smell of and the way it flickers. Would she rather throw her candle out? Or would she rebuild it? That is a canary to these miners. Would you allow an animal to just die when it has been singing for you? It reminds you that it is alive, and you are too. Its stop of song signifies the lethal danger you are in. Why abandon it? Is the miners' love for a little bird really that surprising?

[is-the-owl-video-cute-deactivat]

Why does this read as though written by a coal miner of the era in which a canary was needed.

[whatwwwwwww]

Because time is an illusion and love is infinite

[hwainio]

I wanted to post an updated Moomin on Adventures set. It now includes a winter scene! So brave of Moomin to go out in that weather. Brrrrrr.  

[o-pal]

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt32S-gATda/

[okpitseleh]

Just a try out for a new technique!!

[takanoboo]

There are these little tiny fuzzy bugs that are flying around my pear tree and I kind of want to call them cute but I feel like the second I do someone’s gonna tell me they’re like the spawns of satan and they sting people and kill my trees

[takanoboo]

Nevermind they’re called “Woolly Aphids” and they’re literal fairies

I feel bad for calling them evil now they’re so frickin cute

[manicpixieshitpost]

i saw one and nearly shat myself thinking it was a fairy

[inkipri]

hang in there

[sabbatnoir-deactivated20160402]

Own

[jamiemgreenart]

Are you more a stag person or more of a doe person? Pre-order these 5 x 7 prints today at 5 PM EST at my shop! 

[straightupnothavingagoodtimex-d]

Maisy appreciation post 🍥

Instagram.com/georgiaroisin

[brakoff]

Goth bf,,, goth gf,,, wat about goth YOU ?

What have u been avoiding?

[l-o-t-r]

‘And here he was, a little halfling from the Shire, a simple hobbit of the quiet countryside, expected to find a way where the great ones could not go, or dared not go. It was an evil fate.’