polkadotmotmot:

Tess Dumon - The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills, 2023

glazedeye-s:

take me to the lakes

where all the poets went to die

i don’t belong and my beloved neither do you

those windermere peaks

look like a perfect place to cry

i’m setting off, but not without my muse

t.s. - the lakes.

sirenletters:

begentlewithyou:

afternoon light

happyheidi:

Tʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏғ Pᴇᴛᴇʀ Rᴀʙʙɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs (1992)

grandmacottage:

set of flower painting bookmarks

flowerhope:

the moon is loved no matter what phase she’s in… just as you are.