Letmebeawhalefall - Asleep In The Deep Blue Sea

So I watched War of the Rohirrim

you. me. cottage. animals. bread making. punching nazis.

mermaid megafauna

patreon . bsky

remember guys: in real life, and in this netflix cartoon, queer girls will NOT have threesomes with you just because they’re queer if anything they’ll probably steal your girlfriend for saying some dumb shit like that

portrait of a lady on fire, dir. céline sciamma // doubt comes in, hadestown // eurydice, sarah ruhl // metamorphoses: book x, ovid trans. anthony kline // “eurydice”, ocean vuong // talk, hozier

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image 4: text from Metamorphoses: Book X by Ovid that reads “They took the upward path, through the still silence, steep and dark, shadowy with dense fog, drawing near the threshold of the upper world. Afraid she was no longer there, and eager to see her, the lover turned his eyes. In an instant she turned back, and he, unhappy man, stretching out his arms to hold her and be held, clutched at nothing but the receding air. Dying a second time now, there was no complaint to her husband (what, then, could she complain of, except that she had been loved?). She spoke a last ‘farewell’ that, now, scarcely reached his ears, and turned against towards that same plane.”

image 6: screenshot of lyrics from “Talk” by Hozier that reads “I’d be the voice that urged Orpheus / when her body was found (Hey, yeah) / I’d be the choiceless hope in grief / That drove him underground (Hey, yeah) / I’d be the dreadful need in the devotee / That made him turn around (Hey, yeah) / And I’d be the immediate forgiveness / In Eurydice / Imagine being loved by me”

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you know when you step outside on a wet and windy day, your jackets are layered and your skirts billowing in the breeze, and you just feel the adventure around you?

its the perfect day to board the ship or enter the woods, and to leave everything behind

True cottagecore is retreating to the hills and becoming a hobbit. I’m off to the shire and I don’t expect to return soon. 

seasonal aesthetics

winter: soft sweaters, twinkling lights, waking up to a fresh blanket of snow outside your window, vinyl records with all your favorite songs, sipping hot cocoa by the fire, plaid scarves, red bows on every lamp post

spring: a cottage garden in full bloom, bare feet, homemade jam, a bouquet of wildflowers in a jar, wicker baskets full of farmer’s market veggies, white linen curtains, faded floral sundresses, a baby blue bicycle

summer: fresh squeezed lemonade, singing your heart out with the windows rolled down, drive-in movies, jumping in the lake on a hot day, faded denim cutoffs, friendship bracelets, french fries in a brown paper bag

autumn: sweet potato pancakes from your favorite diner, black cats, thrifted flannel shirts, apple cider, the smell of freshly fallen leaves, canoeing on a crisp morning, antique stores, your favorite coffee mug

Honestly as much as I love lady gaga

I beg DC to let my girl be happy with her man hating gf who's an environmental terrorist in her free time.

Every time she finally gets out of the joker grip they scratch it all out and put her back in there.

PLEASE LET MY GIRLIE BE GAYYY

Y’know the feeling when you’re walking through brambles and stepping over branches making a path for yourself in the woods and you’re just listening to the sounds of the forest and letting yourself feel small and a part of something much bigger and older and wiser than you? I want that.