The Grieving Tree

Amateur writer, pocket sized anarchist, agnostic idealist, jack of all trades, wanna-be artist, iffy photographer. she/her

[bonfires-n-hares]

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[mycountryliving]

[thatkindofwoman]

The handmade home of a creative couple - photography by Pia Ulin

[paper-wounds]

[mournfulroses]

Mu Xin, from a poem titled "After The Sleigh Incident," featured in A century of modern Chinese poetry : an anthology

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— Greg Santora

[paper-wounds]

[cottoncandylesbo]

i like it when people compliment me. i like it... when people like me. (looks around to make sure nobody is about to shoot me)

[paper-wounds]

[unaliveish]

nathaniel wise

[fuckyeahchinesegarden]

法喜寺Faxi Temple, West Lake, Hangzhou, Zhejiang, China (photos by 泽西）

[maureen2musings]

Pacific Northwest forest walks

r4s

[thegrievingtree]

Sometimes the depression gets vicious.

A crushing weight smothering any hope of joy, of comfort.

The loneliness is a creature that stalks you, hunts you, resides in your shadow. In the corner of your vision.

[dailyclassicart]

Andrew Grant Kurtis - "Westminster Chimes at Midnight, London"

[wastrelwoods]

“Science Fiction is not predictive; it is descriptive. Predictions are uttered by prophets (free of charge), by clairvoyants (who usually charge a fee, and are therefore more honored in their day than prophets), and by futurologists (salaried). Prediction is the business of prophets, clairvoyants, and futurologists. It is not the business of novelists. A novelist’s business is lying.”

— Ursula K LeGuin, Introduction to “The Left Hand of Darkness”, 1976

[bebs-art-gallery]

“BACK WHEN TIME DIDN’T MATTER” — AN OIL PAINTING BY RIONA

[garyrea]