hozier and florence could probably open a portal to middle earth if they tried

i do not think, therefore i ain’t

geralt from the witcher is just legolas’ and aragorn’s edgy love child

i may look like an average teenager... but deep inside i want to bury myself between the trees for my body to decompose and my spirit to haunt the woods

listening to hozier makes me want to lay in the woods and decompose for my soul to inhabit the ancient trees

ok guys but what about a sleepover in the woods

googled my symptoms and turns out i have to lay in moss

the only thing that’s keeping me from giving up, is my dream that eventually i’ll live in a tiny cottage somewhere in the woods, far enough to see small creatures cross my garden as i’m making breakfast and some fresh tea

nothing better than hiking in the forests, being alone with your mind for a bit, your nose being red from the cold whilst the rest of your body is just the right temperature, wild animals crossing your path, sun shining through misty trees

respect nature or die

i just took a dna test turns out i’m a 100% crying over fictional characters

autumn truly is the best season

might fuck around and stop caring what others think 

my kink is girls supporting girls

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