a faerie is ferocious

When the moon comes out to shine her face the birds are fast asleep When lanterns hang from every post the faeries leave their keep They join their hands and sing their songs that n'ery a soul can hear In the springtime when the earth is new to the faeries they draw near

[linen-shroud]

How dare you rip out wildflowers so you can plant sod. The wild was always more beautiful than the tame.

[ofbrawnymagic]

Although he’d much rather be inside the botanical gardens than advertising them, it was part of the job. Standing in the hot sun and handing out flyers. At least there were plenty of people to watch. Clay had always loved seeing the variety the world had to offer, especially in a place like Friday Harbour. He smiled at one of them, holding out a flyer. “Free visit to the Botanical Gardens?” he suggested. “You look like you could use a fun, relaxing afternoon enjoying nature.”

[daisies-in-the-forest]

The Faerie Aesthetic

soft dresses in earthy tones, perhaps slightly worn at the edges

little scratches and cuts below your knees from thistles and brambles

hair loose and uninhibited, tousled slightly by the wind

hopping across stones over babbling brooks

running barefoot through grass and woodland

collecting wildflowers in a little straw basket

quietly humming and singing nonsensical rhymes

making daisy chains

rosy cheeks, pink lips and big eyes

flowers in hair and ribbons around wrists and ankles

laughing childishly, unprovoked and unrestrained

making small jam sandwiches cut into triangles, and eating them in picnics in the woods

dancing freely, twirling and laughing and stumbling without thought

secrets and mischief 

[bisexualthors]

[henryscavills]

[the-bookshop]

[restfulraccoon]

Take me down to the bluebell forest where the grass is green and the trees are pretty 🍃

[tlematimun]

[catastrophicsuggestion]

flowers will grow from your wounds. vines will tie you together. you will be whole again.

[ofbrawnymagic]

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