Because The Story Of Your Life // Becomes Your Life 

Exploring rural forests

- Bring a flashlight. Bring an extra battery. Bring another battery. Bring your headphones. Do not bring a camera.

- Set out after rain. It cleans the air.

- If a tree falls in your peripheral, it's a warning. Be careful, you only get one.

- If a tree falls right in front of you, something is out to kill you, and something wants to protect you.

- Those hooves you hear? Don't go looking, it's not a deer.

- You might get the urge to take your shoes off. Allow yourself to give in, if you are feeling reckless. However, no matter how familiar the ground seems, don't let it touch your ankles. Make sure you remember your name. Not all trees are born from seeds.

- The man with the dog does have eyes. He just shares them.

- If you come across a field with cows, check the height of the grass. Does it grow above your knees? Make haste. Do not dwell on the question what the cows have eaten instead.

- You might hear your own steps echoed in the bushes. Looking will not help you. There is nothing there to see.

- It's not thunder, it's moaning. You are lucky their pain is keeping them occupied.

- If you visit the abandoned house, don't close the door behind you.

- You can rest on a fallen trunk, but do not eat. You can lay your bag on a picknick bench, but remain standing.

- The carved signs are not meant for you.

- Horses do not step in puddles for they fear they will break a leg. Horses do not step in puddles for they fear they will be dragged under.

- The shadow is not that big, it's just closer than you think.

- The rolling fields look wonderful. Don't stay for the sunset.

george clausen / edward potthast / nicholas hely hutchinson / victoria vitalyevna samsonova / jeremy miranda / suzanne siegel

musings on Spring

— Rainer Maria Rilke, The Selected Poetry of Rainer Maria Rilke | Pablo Neruda (?) | Louise Glück, Vita Nova | Alberto Caeiro, The Collected Poems of Alberto Caeiro | Vladimir Nabokov, Mary | Etel Adnan, Jebu | Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary | Bangtan Sonyeondan (방탄소년단), 봄날 (Spring Day) | Artwork by Claude Monet

For Paco, who fights without knowing what for 

Waterwegen [2/7] [1/7]  [3/7]  [4/7]

Anne Sexton, Suicide Note, The Complete Poems / Maud Hart Lovelace / Unknown / Unknown / Edgar Allan Poe / F. Scott Fitzgerald / Al Bernstein / Unknown / John Keats, To the Ladies who Saw Me Crowned /  Louisa May Alcott, Little Women / Frederick Seidel, June, The Cosmos Trilogy / Unknown / L. M. Montgomery / Iris Murdoch, The Italian Girl / Unknown / Greg Sellers, haiku journal entry, 16 June 2019 / Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath / Scout Clementine / James Russell Lowell, The Vision of Sir Launfal

@ocdevelopmentstuff asked for a moodboard for their soldier Aksel. Hope you like this one! Requests for OC aesthetics are open

Reblog if youd be totally fine with someone you dont know tagging you in a tag game

I had a sweet Nonny the other day asking how to get started, and honestly posts like this are a great way. I know games go kinda fallow during school and events like NaNo, but we can get this one circulating and building up a list of folks to tag when were ready to get back to it :)

My whole WIP is about this! Set during the idustrial revolution, magic has become a tool, something to be used or maybe even ignored, forgotten and discarded. But then the Romantics rise and magic gets an impulse. It is intertwined with art: art as a spiritual power, something connected to feeling and expression and just a little out of reach, always at the edge of incomprehensible. My OC thinks about it like this: ‘Once, when religion had still been tangible and water could change in wine in front of your eyes, magic had been spiritual, an amazing, supernatural power. Later, miracles became stories. Churches rose, priests preached their psalms and every spire pulled mankind further from her faith. Magic was sacrilege, then utensil. Now philosophers and scientists held truth in their fingers, and magic, God and the occult should all be sweeped into a dark corner. Tungsten did not believe in God – at least, he didn't think he did. But magic was different. It was human and more than human, like love, or art‘.

I have always felt art is the closest we can get to magic!

I have a lot of feelings about how witchcraft and art are similar and intertwined, but I can’t exactly articulate them

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena // Alain de Botton, Essays in Love // Eden Robinson, "Writing Prompts for the Broken-Hearted" // Chloe Liese, Always Only You // Anne Carson and Euripides, An Oresteia // Two—Sleeping At Last // Studio Bones, SK8 the Infinity // Trista Mateer, "is it okay to say this?" // @moodylilac // D. H. Lawrence, "The Rainbow"

For Ingrid, a sweet girl juggling too many balls, by @elephantsneedwater. I am so sorry this took ages! Requests for OC aesthetics are open.