Do You Sometimes Think About The Fact That You Would Probably Be Executed For The Little Home Library

The time has come to gather nature, bring it inside to warm our bones. Collect wood, pinecones, lichen; thank the universe for providing us with all that we truly need to survive. Light your fires and banish your worries. A time for rest, a moment to revitalize our souls and feed our minds with knowledge.

i love you green. i love you forests. i love you smell of damp earth. i love you feeling before the storm breaks. i love you moss. i love you rivers. i love you streams. i love you thunderstorms. i love you sunlight shining through leaves.

i want to be mysterious but like in a cute way. i want people to know i’m kind and gentle, but at the same time i want to wear a long black coat and want people to look at me and whisper to each other “nobody knows anything about this woman. she lives alone and doesn’t talk much. stay away from her” but then mothers would bring their sick children to me so i could heal them with my mysterious cryptic healing powers because i am the witch of the town.

not bad.

I just want to live in big oversized sweaters and read while drinking hot coffee and look out at the rain from the comfort of my tiny cozy little home.

where i should belong:

Quiet by Stepan Ohiy, 1950s

They should invent a tumblr mutual that lives nearby

imagine being the first ancient person to realize that the ocean and their tears taste the same. imagine realizing that your sorrow and the waves share a taste. i wouldve gone crazy

Вчора була річниця з дня народження української поетеси Лесі Українки (25.02.1871) та в українського актора й режисера Леся Курбаса (25.02.1887)

i think i love it here. ).

Warm September morning

i love the mountains.

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