the smell of the wind, rain, and earth all at once is so overwhelmingly calm and gives me so much serotonin it’s unimaginable
Emmanuel Sanchez Monsalve for Out Magazine
don’t mind me casually yelling at my rock collection
Girls in light flowy clothing, with their soft features and kind eyes: 💓💞💗💖💗💞
Girls in dark jeans, big boots, chains, and eyes like the ocean they’re so deep: 💞❤️💗💓💗😍💖💓❤️
Girls who look comfortable, hair thrown in a bun, clothes mix matched and oversized, a lazy smile that feels like a warm cup of tea ❤️💞💓💖💞😍❤️😍❣️❤️💗💖💗😍💓❤️💞💗💓😍😍
sometimes self care is just thinking of all the wonderful forest adventures you will have tomorrow and resting in a cold room surrounded by blankets as your thoughts swirl into a dreamscape for you to adventure
and sometimes self care is just petting a shiny rock and whispering ‘my precious’ as you eat shredded cheese straight from the bag
oh, to be a young peasant boy playing harp in a meadow for three soft white sheep, to befriend small songbirds and thread flowers in my hair, to lose track of time and run back to my apprenticeship late for supper
My mother drew this billy goat, let’s see how popular he’ll get 🐐
some cottage/goblin core things 🍄🌙🌿
the bee jar was painted by my friend who wanted to carry sugar water around for the bees but the water crystallized and cracked the jar so she let me keep it and it’s my favorite thing ever
i don’t want to live in a society i want to pet cow and eat pancake
when the sun shines like a pool of honey through your window… reblog if you agree
I think bees and sheep should trade sizes.
I want a tiny flock of sheep that all run to a hive at night to sleep, and a swarm of bumblebees that hang out in pastures and press their faces in patches of flowers.
Yes, wool output would be low, but imagine the honey.
hearing birdies chirp in the early morning is one of the best blessings the world has ever given us :)
You know, we’re both dead and rotten and in the ground. Why don’t we just lie down together and look up at the dirt? If your hand happens to touch mine I won’t pull away, it doesn’t bother me.
my mental health might be garbage but at least frogs exist, y’know?
stone cottage or wooden cottage? white picket fence or luscious hedge? lace curtains or linnen? enamel teapot or porcelain teapot? quilted cover or granny-square blanket? dresses or dungarees? savoury pie or thick soup? keeping bees or keeping chickens? greenhouse or a gazebo? hayloft dwelling or riverbank resting?