The corvids refuse to be my friends even though I leave them treats, its offensive

 I’m gonna be that one neighbor the kids all love and the parents fear, like yes children I’ll teach you about ancient witchcraft and give you treats but don’t tell your mother or she’ll burn my house down. 

I need a friend group of intellects, lets get together and listen to old jazz and drink wine, lets quote ancient philosophers and read each other poems, lets identify plants and map out the stars together, lets revel in the genius of one another

I want to paint masterpieces and compose music that makes your soul sing, I want to write everlasting poems and design buildings that can stand the tests of time, I want to leave a permanent mark on this world in the form of art

Fine line tattoos that map out the stars, fine line tattoos that whisper words of ancient poetry, fine line tattoos that scream ancient architecture 

Who needs responsiblities when you could pin pretty pictures on pinterest all day, forget money making and school this picture of a cow belongs on my cute animals board.

I want to have all those cute animals like cats and bunnies and puppies but then I also want to have a terrarium of snails and an orchid mantis, I want to own jumping spiders and an ancient tortoise, I want to have ponds full of koi and goldfish, I want pastures with valais blacknose sheep and highland cows, I want a santuary of animals

concept: A brick house with large windows and flowy flower curtains, a greenhouse growing fruits and veggies, and a nice big library filled to the brim with books.

You ever just wanna lay out in the middle of your yard in the middle of the night.

The leaves are changing and the air is crisp, I’m about to become this unbearable autumn goblin.

There is a vibe in the air that makes me go ✨fall✨!

If a pretty fae girl asked me to come with I wouldn’t say no.

Snails, that’s it that’s the post.

I want a life that when you pass by my house and see a little slice of it through the windows you smile and think “well that looks peaceful.”

My future home will smell like baked goods, old books, and dried herbs and always exude love, warmth, and eternal comfortability.

I want to be the color of moss beamed in sunlight.