Lily Seika Jones

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

PR's Tumblrdome
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
DEAR READER

No title available
Sade Olutola
Three Goblin Art
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
almost home
YOU ARE THE REASON
wallacepolsom
No title available
art blog(derogatory)
Sweet Seals For You, Always
macklin celebrini has autism
One Nice Bug Per Day
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Product Placement

titsay
$LAYYYTER

seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States

seen from El Salvador
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Kazakhstan
seen from South Korea
seen from Hungary
seen from United States

seen from El Salvador
seen from Russia

seen from Japan
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Poland
seen from T1
seen from United States
seen from Türkiye

seen from Japan

seen from Germany
@pinkrosesfairydust
Lily Seika Jones
I bought this beautiful miniature tree stump set of drawers at a Christmas market today & it’s perfect for storing all my jewellery ~ I’m feeling like a faerie ♡
My comfortable outfit for wandering around the craft store a few weeks back. Spring is finally here so I’m glad I have an excuse to wear my hat out! :)
a bird: *hops across the ground*
me: *just goes absolutely fucking wild*
Skipped out on a run yesterday to go to King Richards Fair where I bought this beautiful ocarina! It even came with a little booklet of songs from ocarina of time! I have a smaller version of this that I used to know how to play so I’m excited for the upgrade.
Ran this morning and took it easy. Not much to report which I see as a good thing?? No injuries yet!
Under the Spell of the Forest~
Acrylic on canvas
cafe 2
The Art Of Madame’s House - Kiki’s Delivery Service (1989)
“I’d like that delivered to a person named Kiki, because she did a big favor for me the other day. It's my way of saying “Thank you’. I’d also be happy if at the same time you would find out her birthday. Then I can bake another cake…” - Madame.
in the olden days people like me could become cave hermits or bog witches but the earth is too crowded now and cave/bog real estate is really high
“Harpy Eagle” by OldManTravels
Learn About Animals- Harpy Eagles
The Harpy Eagle is the largest, most powerful raptor in the Americas, bigger even than the Golden Eagle. Its name refers to the harpies of Greek mythology, monsters in the form of a bird with a human face. The species inspired the design of Fawkes the Phoenix in the Harry Potter series and is the national bird of Panama.
Harpy Eagles require uninterrupted expanses of lowland tropical forest to thrive. Habitat loss and shooting are the two chief threats to their survival. They were once found from southern Mexico through Central and South America, but sadly, they have been extirpated from many areas where they once occurred. These powerful eagles are at the top of the rainforest food chain and have no natural predators. They prey on tree-dwelling mammals including sloths, monkeys, and opossums; large birds such as macaws and curassows; and reptiles like iguanas and snakes.
Truly impressive birds, Harpy Eagles’ legs are as thick as a person’s arm and their talons are three to four inches long—the same size as a grizzly bear’s claws!This eagle is one of the few diurnal (day-hunting) raptors that have a facial disc, a trait they share with owls such as the Crested Owl. This feathered, concave area directs sound to the eagle’s ears, a useful feature as they hunt under the dim rainforest canopy. With proportionately short wings and long tails, the Harpy Eagles can fly between trees and branches with amazing agility in pursuit of their prey.
These eagles occupy huge territories that can exceed 10,000 acres. Pairs build a stick nest—six feet wide and more than a foot deep—high in the jungle canopy. The birds mate for life and reproduce slowly, raising a chick every two to four years. Young Harpy Eagles reach sexual maturity between ages four and five years.
watercolour botany
She is very startling, pixie-like, otherworldly […] One feels if one were to touch her, she would crumble into silver dust.
Susan Sontag about Anaïs Nin, from
Reborn: Journals & Notebooks
(via victoriajoan)