ttsukimi:

The Lord of the Rings Soundtrack 1/7

ttheresagray:

i fucking love 🌿🌱🌱🌾🌾☘️☘️🍀🍀 herbs 🌱🌱🌾🌾🌿🌿🌿🍃🍃🍃🍂🍂 plants are friends 🍁🍀🍀☘️🌿🌿🌿🌱🌱 great ones !! 🌿☘️🌾 also flowers 💐💐🌻🌻🌻🌹🌹🌹🌹🏵️🏵️🏵️🌼🌼🌻🌻🌺🌺

alternative-queens:

I’m happy when I’m making a record, most of the time. 

remember when i was a star trek blog? simpler times

miraclewhipofficial:

“sparkling water” sounds… so pure. so aesthetically pleasing. but in actuality? it is…. Repulsive

poefinn:

aesthetic: very kind and absolutely Wild looking demons who care a lot but also gotta stunt their horns and wings and claws and smoke and sharp teeth and also could kill anyone and at any moment. but they won’t. bc Hhhhhh humans soft and tiny.

poefinn:

regional gothic

🌫 east coast: foggy piers. something large and unknown washing up onto shore. the end of the beach disappearing into the storm. shade of the forest, leaving patterned shadows and tricking your eyes. overgrown tombstones. old houses painted black, shuttered windows. an old outbuilding in the middle of the woods, the forest has moved inside. you know someone lives there. figures between the trees, whispering.

🏚midwest: abandoned farms, silos that are slowly turning back into the earth. street lights that flicker as you pass them. empty streets in the middle of the night, but you still hear footsteps behind you. someone looking at you from a curtained window, and then you blink and they’re gone. storm sirens at 2 AM and the sound of an old radio crackling on even though no one touched it. the endless fields know your fears.

🌾southwest: weather vanes spinning wildly even though there’s no wind. sunsets bathing everything in saturated light before all the color disappears. old homesteads leaning to one side, covered in cobwebs. walking in the desert alone, but you’re not alone, someone on that crest is crawling with you. waking up to the sound of a complete downpour but looking outside and it hasn’t rained even a drop. your walls have eyes, and they’ve seen.

🌄rocky mountain: standing next to a stream and over the roar of the water you hear a snap of a twig, when you look behind you, something has left a neat pile of rocks. night sky only interrupted by the silhouette of a peak, and glowing torches traveling down it. weather changing wickedly fast, and you’re caught without shelter in a lightning storm. old mountain towns, the residents weathered by time. and they know the secret about the abandoned house that sits at the edge. the one in your dreams.

🌊north west: when you leave your house, a sudden cold puff of air blows over you and all the hairs on your arm stand up. old fishing boats, rusted and bent out of shape, claw marks running along the sides. the forest is more fog and mist than trees and they’re listening. old circles of rocks and twigs, with an offering in the middle, you feel an overwhelming need to stand there. markings etched into the trees, growing more frequent as you explore. there was a settlement here. you hear voices. leaning into the rain cracked pavement, they grow louder.

p1325:

Carly Rae Jepsen - EMOTION Photoshoot by Matthew Welch (2015)

goldenpoc:

Bitch you not honest you just rude

wonderytho:

me irl