Being Aromantic Doesn’t Make Me Evil And Unfeeling. I’m Evil And Unfeeling For Completely Different

Fun Tips For If You’re Bored

- Lie down on the ground

- Roll your face into the dirt

- Inhale. Breathe the smell of decay and growth, life and death

- Feel the warmth thrumming in the center of the Earth

- Feel the coolness of the dirt. Let it be soft, and let it be hard. Let it flow through the palms of your hands and back into your body.

- If you experience a falling sensation, do not be afraid. It is simply the earth reclaiming you as its own. 

- Enjoy! 

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Not gonna lie, wish I made this video longer. But oh my gosh is it calming

some of the rawest quotes from the priory of the orange tree are:

“No woman should be made to fear that she was not enough.”  

“We may be small, and we may be young, but we will shake the world for our beliefs.” 

“That is the problem with stories, child. The truth in them cannot be weighed.”  

“You have not seen death, my lord. You have only seen the mask we put on it.”  

“Piety can turn the power-hungry into monsters,’ Ead said. ‘They can twist any teaching to justify their actions.”

and my personal favourite:

“You wear so much armour by daylight that, by night, you can carry it no longer. By night, you are only flesh. And even the flesh of a queen is prone to fear. In darkness, we are naked. Our truest selves. Night is when fear comes to us at its fullest, when we have no way to fight it. It will do everything it can to seep inside you. Sometimes it may succeed - but never think that you are the night.”

Mood board- The tradition that started it all: Yuletide, the Pagan celebration of winter solstice.

imagine spending a morning writing letters at the kitchen table while your wife cooks breakfast. on cream-colored stationary from the papermaker's store in your little village, you detail the local goings-on and the weather patterns and the state of your vegetable garden. you tell your faraway friends and family that you miss them but that you have found true happiness here. in the margins, you sketch birds and leaves and the animal prints you saw in the mud by the creek when you went to gather wild mushrooms. you slip a pressed flower in each envelope alongside the folded letter before sealing. as you finish addressing the last one, your wife places a plate of cinnamon buns and blackberries in front of you. she kisses the top of your head and says, "a bicycle ride through the country today?" already knowing that you will say yes.