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why isnt it socially acceptable to live in the woods and just be creative

my future home <3

Could willingly waste my time in it.

“I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning.”

— Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself

by astrailor_jp

more on my substack <3

How slow life seems to me,

How violent the hope of love can be.

today’s manifestations: oversized jumpers, cat companions and cozy work spaces ✨

Owned by the Nature. x

green academia

lovers

Romance in the shadows of our daydreams

why don’t you read a poem about the sunrise written 5 centuries ago and contemplate the fact that we have been writing about the same sun for centuries upon centuries and then maybe you’ll calm down

Beautiful paintings <3

Source: https://www.pinterest.com.au/darkvail/cottagecore-animals-3/

I love bodies of water and the beautiful plants the reside inside

by Angelica Kauffmann /detail/

nothing is as tender as annotating your favourite books. it’s like leaving a piece of your heart on the pages for somebody else to find.

Lily pads and river beds are beautiful ! <3

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Mary Oliver

Imagine having someone to love and cherish you? Kiss you when you're least expecting it? Hugging you from behind and putting their head in the crook of your neck? Holding your hand when you're on a walk? Planting soft kisses on your forehead? Whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you're slow dancing in the middle of the night? Asking you how you're really feeling? Cuddling and reading books with you? Buying you new copies if your favorite books? Sending you "this reminded me of you" messages? Actually putting you and your feelings first? What an otherworldly concept!

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This one is particularly melancholy and beautiful.

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

Curious cat found a tea party!

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— franz kafka, letters to felice‎

Beautiful scenery and cute duckies <3

Source: https://www.pinterest.com.au/darkvail/cottagecore-animals-3/

Brightstar; John Keats

Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task

Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—

No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever—or else swoon to death.

Painting and reading; dark academia