alphonse

Oh to be a forest nyphm enjoying life in a cottage far enough from the watchful eyes of the human village, only to fall in love with the bakers son and after months of courting get married under the full moon, on days we run low on supplies he'll ride into town as I stay at home baking him his favorite sweets as a token of love, if only.

I want to have my entire room filled with plants, maps, globes, some fairy lights, a mirror or two, mothman, frogs (!!!!), old books about nature, sketchbooks, canvases and paint supplies, and random objects I find on walks. I want to be able to be inspired by every detail in my room!!

oh, to be walking barefoot in the forest as dawn breaks, the soft moss cushioning your feet, slightly damp from the rain the night before. to escape the polluted city air. walking slowly in awe; bird song enticing you futher. delving deeply into the desirable unknown. a truly wonderful way to wake the senses after the physical body itself.