Where-the-woodbine-twineth - Things And Stuff

dont care if i sound corny or cliche but to love and be loved back and not having to second guess where u stand in someones heart is such a warm and safe feeling & everyone should have the luxury and pleasure of having it always

Greenhouses💚

small things to add to a hand written letter:

a teabag of your favourite tea

heart shaped note with cute drawings

stickers on the outside of the letter, and inside

handmade paper doll

small print or postcard

a sketch or a little painting or a poem

glitter or sequins or pearls or buttons

small candies or bubblegum

cut out magazine pictures or articles

folded paper, like origami

textile like small ribbons or clothing patches

coins or flat things found in a souvenir shop

pressed flower or leaf

My feelings are transparent, dangerously luminous, and they remain.

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a diary entry written c. September 1911 (via violentwavesofemotion)

In rural Scotland you will stumble upon isolated houses in the most breathtaking locations and I entertain myself by making up stories about what the lives of the people inside are like. E.g. Byron and Mary live in that house with a Jack Russell named Rufus. Mary makes the sweetest blackcurrant pie and Byron takes his boat out nightly to placate the loch monsters with said blackcurrant pie. Loch monsters love pie, if you didn’t know. Rufus warns the couple of the land creatures that creep in the fog of the night. They live in contented (albeit occasionally chaotic) symbiosis with the cryptids.

Lilac and star and bird twined with the chant of my soul, There in the fragrant pines and the cedars dusk and dim.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via occasional-wolf-on-caffeine)

“Every season is not a harvest. There are seasons of watering, planting, pulling up weeds and fertilizing.”

trees dont get enough love

they’re strong mighty beings who shield you from danger

they’re delicate ethereal beings enveloped in flower blossom, emitting the sense of love

their leaves crinkle under your footsteps, their leaves brush past you as you wander through the forest

trees arent scary, they’re wise and beautiful

whisper kind words to them as you walk past

they will protect you if you protect them