the sleeping fawn - a visual diary

[petaltexturedskies]

Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[thedruidsforest]

"Why don't you tell us a little bit about yourself?" Oh haha okay, if you insist :)

I was born in the mud and darkness, long before the first trees. The stars had yet to open their eyes before I crawled from the dirt, starving and crying out. I come from a time far beyond the memory of humans, for what is humanity compared to such eternity? I am made of wolfsong, of fallen antlers and mycelium and the first winter snow. I have no name, and yet the animals know me as I pass by, bowing their heads towards my gaze.

[yoraak]

call down the hawk — maggie stiefvater

[moonlitgravess]

[dolly-till-i-die]

[andrevautour]

[dirtshrines]

[urbnite]

[wordx]

“My crime was feeling everything too deeply, my punishment was surviving it.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

[ps1]

porcelain fungus

[metaphorformetaphor]

“But I now know something horrible: I know what it’s like to need, need, need.”

— Clarice Lispector, from The Passion According to G.H. (New Directions, 2012)

[tsarism]

[bugshroom]

Leucocoprinus cepistipes

[the-first-flower]

Dolce and Gabbana spring/summer 2024

[inkpressedpetals]

[lostlittlereverie]

“A land of fragrance, quietness, and trees, and flowers.”

— John Keats, from The Complete Poems & Selected Letters; “Hyperion,” (via paper-fairy)

[yummytoadstools]