theanimalblog:

úti í haga (by Salbjörg Rita Jónsdóttir)
lauramakabresku:

The Hunger

The grave of opera singer Jane Margyl in Batignolles Cemetery, Paris. The appearance of blood stains is from fallen petals.
malformalady:

Swan recovering in a bath tub
❝ I couldn’t live where there were no trees — something vital in me would starve.
— L.M. Montgomery, Anne’s House of Dreams (via petrichour)

(Source: larmoyante, via snicket)

❝ If you’re brave enough to leave behind everything familiar and comforting, which can be anything from your house to bitter, old resentments, and set out on a truth-seeking journey, either externally or internally, and if you are truly willing to regard everything that happens to you on that journey as a clue and if you accept everyone you meet along the way as a teacher and if you are prepared, most of all, to face and forgive some very difficult realities about yourself, then the truth will not be withheld from you.
— Elizabeth Gilbert (via liberatingreality)

(Source: liberatingreality, via unfetteredhowl)

ofthefaeries:

ponderful:Midsummer Fairies by John George Naish (1824-1905)
❝ I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free… I want, I want to think, to be omniscient.
Sylvia Plath  (via planturs)

(Source: learningfromthehands, via paleviolet)

themagicfarawayttree:

1914 Antique The May Queen Nymph Print by M.T. Penny Ross