View From A Balcony In Autumn By Konstantin Yuon

J. R. R. Tolkien, undisputedly a most fluent speaker of this language, was criticized in his day for indulging his juvenile whim of writing fantasy, which was then considered—as it still is in many quarters— an inferior form of literature and disdained as mere “escapism.” “Of course it is escapist,” he cried. “That is its glory! When a soldier is a prisoner of war it is his duty to escape—and take as many with him as he can.” He went on to explain, “The moneylenders, the knownothings, the authoritarians have us all in prison; if we value the freedom of the mind and soul, if we’re partisans of liberty, then it’s our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as possible."

Stephen R. Lawhead

Ursula K. Le Guin, Dancing at the Edge of the World: Thoughts on Words, Women, Places

What the Living Do, Marie Howe

Mentally, I’m living in a little blue house on the coast and it’s foggy and I can feel the sea air in my lungs and I’m writing poetry in the attic while the sun trickles in through the windows.

green academia

(my personal favourite sub-aesthetic)

“Don’t you think so, too?”

Morwenstow by Owen Gent

British artist

oh to be a plump owl cozily seated in an armchair by the fire eating soup and biscuits and drinking tear tea and nodding off over a thick book

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“A variety of wild animals visiting a water fountain”

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Night crawler, Steven Outram