is there more exciting than the nature before the rain, when you can enjoy the fresh wind and dark sky and run rapidly to your house where you can listen to the sound of thunderstorm under the blanket with the cup of tea and a really good book?
“sweet and soft as summer, darlings, maple trees in bloom and grass green in the sunny places—”
peter s. kroyer // willard metcalf // daniel garber // emily dickinson, in a letter to susan gilbert
The 4 moods
By foxglove_and_ivy
when i die all i want is to become on of those cats who lives around archaeological sites in greece and rome, sun myself while surrounded by remnants of antiquity, and make visitors wonder if i am perhaps some reincarnated ancient soul returning to the home i loved millennia ago
You are perfect
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so reblog this if you are a witch and are lgbt+ pls!
alsoi wanna follow all of you
spooky scary devil worshiper bluh bluh bluh forensics, anthropology, archeology!
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