[illustratus]

View of the Dachstein by Leopold Rothaug

[vinnipukh]

““All cultures forged by nations—the noble indigenous past of America, the brilliant civilization of Europe, the wise history of Asian nations, and the ancestral wealth of Africa and Oceania—are corroded by the American way of life. In this way, neoliberalism imposes the destruction of nations and groups of nations in order to reconstruct them according to a single model. This is a planetary war, of the worst and cruelest kind, waged against humanity.””

— -Subcomandate Marcos (via visceralrealists)

[affectionatetitlepending-deacti]

[der-deutsche-wald]

 Fairy Dance in the Alder Grove, Moritz von Schwind

[creepish]

[pairs-studio]

[dailyclassicart]

Berndt Lindholm - "Rocky Slope in a Pine Forest" (c.1900)

[cultofthedarksun]

The Death of Siegfried by Hermann Hendrich

[wilcze-lyko]

[venustapolis]

Poem of the Soul 18 - Reality (Louis Janmot, 1854)

[wulfmaiden]

It’s truly wondrous how you can quite literally manifest your dreams into reality if you remain open, full of hope, and fiercely protective of your highest goals. Despite the mistakes you make, despite the mistakes of others, despite fear. I’m constantly being reminded of this.

Other reminders: Alchemize your highest ideals into existence. Love is real. Women are the soil from which humanity’s collective vitality springs from. Magic is everywhere. Life bleeds you, life swells you - there is beauty in the ebbs and flows. Healing your spiritual wounds infuses you with power and raw embodiment.

[wulfmaiden]

[wulfmaiden]

I’ve never met a woman quite like my current midwife. Mid 60’s, healthy grey hair falling below her waist, radiant skin, absolutely beautiful inside and out. Her energy is palpably warm and reassuring. She hugs me close whenever we meet and I just feel so at peace in her presence. I can only hope to be able to replicate her kind of aura when I reach elderhood.

[rosieandthemoon]

Emma Thomsen, Danish (1820-1897)

[odetopictorialism]

Lotte Jacobi • Shadows in a Doorway, 1950

[youcannottakeitwithyou]

Julia Mordvinova Gilje (Russian/Norvegian)  

[wulfmaiden]

The fields have finally turned green, transformed into a sea of grasses shimmering with the wind. A hawk has nested in one of the trees near the house, so I get the pleasure of hearing her calls throughout the day. Windows perpetually open. Clothing and other linens hanging on the line beneath the sun. The rivers are swollen and rushing from the excess rainfall and the last remnants of snowmelt from the mountains above. Insects buzzing freely before the sun sets. Dirt-stained limbs at the end of each day. Invitations have been sent for a summer solstice potluck. Renewed energy within and without amidst the height of beloved Spring.

[franceskaromana]