Oh to roam the woods in the dead of night, collecting shiny stones, feathers and moss to make little towers out of to confuse hikers. Oh to befriend the crows and have them leave me treasures on my windowsills.
Jules of Nature
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
RMH
Monterey Bay Aquarium
art blog(derogatory)
styofa doing anything
NASA
Cosmic Funnies
One Nice Bug Per Day
Three Goblin Art
trying on a metaphor
cherry valley forever

pixel skylines
almost home
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
occasionally subtle
we're not kids anymore.

if i look back, i am lost
hello vonnie
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Oh to roam the woods in the dead of night, collecting shiny stones, feathers and moss to make little towers out of to confuse hikers. Oh to befriend the crows and have them leave me treasures on my windowsills.
“I asked Persephone, “How could you grow to love him? He took you from flowers to a kingdom where not a single living thing can grow.” Persephone smiled, “My darling, every flower on your earth withers. What Hades gave me was a crown made for the immortal flowers in my bones.””
— Nikita Gill, Conversations With Persephone
Marilyn Monroe’s The Girl from The Seven Year Itch, possibly one of cinema’s first on-screen monster-fangirls
Guillermo del Toro: “Uh huh, uh huh….”
I swear, my life reads like very strange, sad novel right now.
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Swamp creatures in a French nature reserve by Sculptor Sophie Prestigiacomo.
This is how my soul feels
Just being alive is upsetting
“I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via hecatese)