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Through the Forest

24 year old girl from Sweden. I'm a cat enthusiast, a fan of urban exploration and very much a book worm. I belong in Ravenclaw and I like bad horror movies and to stay up late and do absolutely nothing productive whatsoever.

usvakorpi:

Touch of autumn / Silence - IV
©Usvakorpi

usvakorpi:

Touch of autumn / Silence - IV

©Usvakorpi


Oct 15th at 8PM / via: louiselafantasma / op: lloistic / 9,056 notes
pussylesqueer:

Buzz Over To Les Beehive

pussylesqueer:

Buzz Over To Les Beehive


Oct 15th at 7PM / via: moodsofthemoon / op: tempuros / 44,733 notes
tempuros:

Chasing Fog

tempuros:

Chasing Fog






hill-betty:

afirethorn:

I’ve been watching a butcher bird build her spring nest for months - on the highest branches of a jacaranda tree, starting at dawn and working away until dark. She’d drop twigs onto the roof to break them up, then carefully fuss and pick them over. Every twig had to be just so. Hours and hours like this, every day. Fighting off honeyeaters and kookaburras, rebuffing her mate when he’d return with unsuitable materials. In stormy winds today, the nest was blown out of the tree and down onto the grass. She sat on the branch where the nest had been, looking lost. Completely heartbreaking to watch, and the tree too high for me to return it. And then she was off, to start all over again somewhere else.
Here is three months work, from a tiny creature of the world. A home the size of a dinner plate. Perfectly round, perfectly woven, lined with soft coconut shell fibre. An intricacy that is almost unimaginable. If we average that this tiny, perfect creature worked 6 hours a day for 3 months, then this perfect home was 540 hours in the making. And that is a kind of magic.

this is so beautiful and heartbreaking

hill-betty:

afirethorn:

I’ve been watching a butcher bird build her spring nest for months - on the highest branches of a jacaranda tree, starting at dawn and working away until dark. She’d drop twigs onto the roof to break them up, then carefully fuss and pick them over. Every twig had to be just so. Hours and hours like this, every day. Fighting off honeyeaters and kookaburras, rebuffing her mate when he’d return with unsuitable materials. In stormy winds today, the nest was blown out of the tree and down onto the grass. She sat on the branch where the nest had been, looking lost. Completely heartbreaking to watch, and the tree too high for me to return it. And then she was off, to start all over again somewhere else.

Here is three months work, from a tiny creature of the world. A home the size of a dinner plate. Perfectly round, perfectly woven, lined with soft coconut shell fibre. An intricacy that is almost unimaginable. If we average that this tiny, perfect creature worked 6 hours a day for 3 months, then this perfect home was 540 hours in the making. And that is a kind of magic.

this is so beautiful and heartbreaking




lucy-daughter0fthedevil:

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lucy-daughter0fthedevil:

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wilder-mountain-honey:

Ohh autumn

wilder-mountain-honey:

Ohh autumn


“There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.” 


destroyed-and-abandoned:

Old house in Ohio. Town no longer exist. Part of Fallsburg now.
Source: Luthair (reddit)

destroyed-and-abandoned:

Old house in Ohio. Town no longer exist. Part of Fallsburg now.

Source: Luthair (reddit)